Looking at the side of the Superior Elevator from the tracks that feed the Western. Note the old flagpole.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
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.
I made this picture to give the reader a sense of the slope between the mine buildings and the base of the concentrator. The whole area was really steep, and sometimes required scrambling to get up and down the Picayune Gulch for short distances.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
For reasons unknown, this building’s concrete was designed a little thinly. It reminds me of a Chicago, IL building constructed during WWI when concrete and steel were strictly rationed and many buildings went up with insufficient superstructures. I do not have a build date for this one yet.
The rumors were true. Success is sweet.
Molten copper pouring being a very dangerous thing to do by hand, this scale measured the load for the “Auto Caster” that actually formed the cooling copper in its molds.