This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
Connecting the ground and the sky.
The “Inner-Urban Jawbreaker,” a one-of-a-kind, salty-but-sweet remnant of a bygone heavy-industrial period in this area’s history. A time when the walls were whole and the floors were clean, in other words, a time when people made things other than photographs inside the never ending corridors and factory floors.
A panorama from a basement room protected by an amphibian platoon, hand-painted by some National Guardsman from the past. I hope it gets preserved somehow…
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.
The ballroom is fantastic, and it overlooks the historic Rose Garden and Lake Superior!
This panorama from the rood of the power station gives a sense of the scale of SFAAP.
Looking at the town from a highway turn-off. This is how most people see it.