A Merrill Piano from Boston, in the Recreation Room of the Front Dorm.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
The basement of the ruined Masonic cottage.
The back of the castle is barely visible through the trees that have grown thick around the walls, making it look so much older.
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.
Dr. Muchow’s offices stand near his ‘new’ mill, but they show evidence of vandalism.
As photographed from a cement piling for Slip #3 poured in 1935, disconnected from land by erosion. How do I know the date? A pair of steamship engineers carved their initials and ranks into the wet cement!
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.