I wish I knew what has become of this great one-of-a-kind sign that used to brag how many days the Clyde Iron factory has gone without a serious accident. Update: It’s hanging in one of the smaller venue spaces behind the bar.
A carefully kept journal of the ballast levels in the final years that the Ford sailed Lake Superior.
Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
The main floor of the hospital was crammed with furniture.
Workers’ lockers, strewn across Main Street, yet still out of the way.
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.
A washout two thirds of the way down the tram gave me a place to relax in the thin air.
Thousands of tags in a supply closet. Each has lots its meaning.