Even with a hundred people parked in front of the lakeside relic, it was invisible.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
Moss growing where the sunlight sneaks through the boarded windows.
Kate stands on top of the tailings pile that added some usable land to the side of the gulch. Somewhere nearby is the buried Santiago Tunnel.
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.
Worm in the path of raw ore where it would be dumped from rock cars into the silo below.
Storms and waves, focused by the Port of Wisconsin entry have focused the faces to tear-up these boards below.
Not ghosts. Slow-moving explorers’ shadows create a ghostly effect in the ‘Old Ward’–the second floor of the Service Building.