As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
Check that waterfall!
The private bathroom for the staff in this building was simple. As blue paint peels away from the yellow undercoat, islands emerge and grow.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
The backdrop has become the pallet for water damage and graffiti.
Looking down the walkway that traces the bottom side of the ore dock.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.