The top three floors were removed from the top of the Temple Opera Block (right). If you have a sharp eye, you can see the outlines of some of the old floors on the shared wall of the Orpheum (left). For a time, the front of the building held a bus stop.
At the top of the workhouse, dust collection pipes weave through cross-crossing conveyors.
A creek has cut through the middle of the mine property, washing away the loose rock and eroding the foundations of the Concentrator. It’s pretty, though! It’s be belief, though I cannot prove it, that some of the water here originates from inside the now-buried Santiago Tunnel, which is no doubt flooded to a great extent.
The rumors were true. Success is sweet.
The side of the church, taken from a grungy sidewalk.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
The gear seems to have fallen the height of the power station and shattered. I wonder what it sounded like…