Much of the mill is wooden–even the larger chutes.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
A squat in the basement of the Temple Opera Block. When the residents were evicted by Duluth Police in 2013, they said their favorite part of living there was that the steam pipes kept it warm all winter long for free.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
A door covered in pen graffiti.
A US Army Corps of Engineers tug, tied at the end of the pier before the American Victory was parked here.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.