A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Shuttered windows on the side of one of the collapsing bonded warehouses.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.
Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.
One of Martinsdale’s defunct businesses perpendicular to the depot. Recall that Martinsdale is a T-town.
The old men’s ward is an example of what the hospital resembled before part of the complex was modernized. Small rooms, light switches outside the door, small observation windows set into heavy wood. If you ask me, though, the tile work across the floors is the most spectacular.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
Looking through the hole where a glass pane once was at the Columbus Mine ruins, just south of Animas Forks. It was quiet when I took the picture, but for the gurgle of the nearby Animas River.