Graffiti on the Blacksmith’s Door-(C)SUSBTREET.org
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Before the gold could be extracted, the rock was turned to powder. Depending on the size of the steel balls inside the mill, the rock would be reduced to a certain size. So, multiple mills were usually used in stages.
A ruined culvert near Oregon Creek, behind Old Main, the predecessor of the University of Minnesota-Duluth.
The view into one of the asylum rooms of Norwich Hospital. A long time ago, a window broke, letting the vines crawling up the bricks outside to move indoors and across the floor.
One of the prettier Humphry Manlifts in Minneapolis, in my opinion.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
The back of the Lyric, including the offices at the back of the theater.
A line of huge machines wait to be used as parts under a long-disused belt drive.
A crack in a window in a wall. What’s this doing here?