A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
A single cloud makes its way to Buffington Harbor and Lake Michigan from the quiet backroads of the plant.
The sluice room was surrounded in fine grating. The company would want to finely control when the doors would be opened so the gold could be removed under supervision. No yellow bonus for the working man…
Looking toward a void–formerly a hallway to the mineshaft–now a hole in the ground.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
On the National Mine property are two shafts, both serving the same workings. This one seems to have gotten some upgrades in the 1960s, judging from the condition of the metal.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.