Who knew that wallpaper could stick to dirt so well?
This is the far interior of the hotel, where the darkness made the shag carpet seem to move whenever the trees outside swayed. That is to say, constantly.
An observation room, possibly for children, has drapes around a 2-way mirror. You know, to dress up the fact that someone could be watching anonymously on the other side.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
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.
The company labs. If you can believe it, this area is even more destroyed today.
The final ball mill in the Chain O’ Mines concentrator. Behind it was a bucket of steel balls.
Looking out the second-floor lighthouse office window. On this visit, the last ice of the season was slowly drifting into the harbor.