Broken Box

We people are so small.

Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.

Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.

The bottom of the tailings boom is rotten. In days when the dredge, floated, gangways connected it to shore, it seemed. You can see the size of the pontoons under the boat here.

When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.

The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.

When it became “Hyde Park Hospital”, this portico was added onto the front.

This is a 1956 furnace. It was used to forge wheels, casings, and parts for the axel shop.

The room where all of the miners would leave their lamps to be refilled, reconditioned, repaired, etc. when they were not in use underground.