A side door on the rear of the castle that let guests out into a small stone courtyard below a tall turret.
Designed by Taylor himself, the spring house was the site of many parties in its day. You can imagine sipping fresh-tapped whiskey here with your Sunday clothes with soft music and the sounds of the river mixing in the background. Note the key-hole-shaped spring hole.
A morning breeze pushes the last ice from the lake against Wisconsin Point.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Looking through a secure ward door at the destroyed rooms beyond.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
John’s wife’s face.
2013. As part of the Head House’s facelift, it’s gotten new windows. However, you can now still see where the conveyor-way connected this building with the elevators behind it in the upper right of the image.