“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
Miners at the turn of the century had better taste in typography than the average person does today.
A warning sticker on the interior of a dredge once tied to the old dock.
An original stencil-brushed sign.
A primitive intercom system connected the various wards to their respective nurse’s stations. They looked hand-made and likely originated, in part, in the FFSH carpentry shop. They were often placed high, like this one, to be out of patient reach.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
They left and took their God with ’em. Doesn’t feel too empty without ‘im, though.