Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
A machine to cast copper billets.
No, it’s not your Mac’s desktop, it’s a beautiful Lake Superior night. Taken from near the former Pittsburgh and Reading Anthracite Plant. You can see the frame that used to hold the lifeboat that was auctioned in 2006 to the left of the Pilot House.
One of the former sanitorium common rooms. Its interior is at the end of one of the wards and is lined with glass brick.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. A ghost town near Martinsdale, where the market (pictured) served as the train stop.
In the days before a centralized fire alarm system, coded whistle blasts would warn when and where a fire broke out.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.