A wide view of the hallway behind the small performance space, covered in hundreds of names, aphorisms, and acts that walked up the stairs to the right and onto the small stage.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
The second floor in the smaller house, which was a bit smaller than the Head Keeper’s house.
Mill Hell before the University of Minnesota began developing the area. Now many of the buildings are gone, there are new roads and even bike paths.
This section retains water and is mostly shaded, so moss has found a way to live in the concrete.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Noontime light, long criticized for the boring shadows it grants photographers, comes into its own sometimes.