The old Ripley schoolhouse -- a beautiful sandstone building which is now some (pretty nice) apartments. The only sad note: look at all those huge old windows which are boarded up and replaced with tiny little energy-efficient ones.
Interesting note #1: This is the former home of my good friend and fellow photographer Kyle.
Interesting note #2: This photo is actually taken from (almost) the same spot and in the same direction as yesterday's photo -- but focused at a rather different distance!
A sunlit Tulip, also growing wild in my back yard.
Incidental note: Red is one of the hardest colors for digital cameras to capture faithfully and with good details. This one took a lot of effort to get right, and still required a decent amount of post-processing!
I took this photo late last night (11:09 pm, to be exact) at a roadside park near Lansing. I was returning from a memorial service for a friend who recently passed away after fighting a brain tumor for several years. He was only a few years older than me -- much too young. He didn't have enough time.
Some days, I go out to find a photo. Some days, the photos come to me. Today turned out to be the latter kind. While walking down the street in lovely downtown Calumet, Michigan, I came upon... a giant inflatable Frankenstein's monster thanking our veterans. It's definitely the first think I would think of!
The owner of this shop -- the Office Shop -- has some pretty cool stuff. Examples include a truck with giant pencils along the bed, an old Chevy with a scale model of the Statue of Liberty mounted where its trunk should be, and the infamous Moose Door.
100 years ago, steam power was ubiquitous. Boilers were the primary means of creating steam, for mechanical power -- steam engines, steam hoists, steam power of all kinds. The Copper Country was home to some of the largest steam engines in the world (and still is, at the Quincy Mine).
Nowadays, of course, boilers are rather rare. During the world wars, most of the old metal boilers were scrapped. Occasionally it's possible to find an old one, lying out and ruined.
Inexplicably, this one survived, in place, still attached to its water feed and vents -- but totally exposed to the elements, too. This was apparently in the old dry house at the Delaware mine. Perhaps the scrappers missed it.
The doorway to St. Anne's, the French-Canadian Catholic Church in Calumet, MI. Yes, Calumet had a Catholic Church just for the French-Canadians -- and also one for any other nationality you can imagine, plus many variations on Methodists, Presbyterians, Lutherans, and even a few non-Christian religions (but not that many, since these were all from 1900's Calumet!). The church is now the amazingly restored Keweenaw Heritage Center. This entranceway is made of Jacobsville sandstone, and the building soars for 3 stories above it.
All Copper Country mines of any size at all had a dry house: a place where miners could change out of their everyday clothes, and into their mining gear (and back again). Sometimes they could even wash and warm up a bit, have a smoke, and shoot the breeze.
Most drys were fairly small. This, however, is the extremely large dry house from the Quincy Mine -- two stories tall and very long. Inside, you can still find some of the old lockers used by the miners.
Windows reflecting the sky at an old house near the Central Mine.
As an interesting side note, this photo has been heavily edited -- but not how you might think. This side of the house was on a steep downhill slope, so it was impossible to photograph the windows directly head-on. Instead, I photographed them on an angle, and rectified the image with Gimp's perspective correction tool. This is possible because of linear algebra, which is exactly the class which I'll be teaching later this summer!
Spots of light showing through a bench on a sidewalk -- and an optics joke. "Coma" with reference to a camera lens refers to the slightly elongated shape which dots of light take on near the corners. This would be coma from hell!
I have no clue what this plant is, but it was positively glowing green in yesterday's late evening sun.
I found this while I was out hiking/exploring (with Mike) yesterday afternoon, and we stayed out pretty late. So, I'm posting yesterday's photo today. We covered 5+ miles, almost entirely bushwhacking!
A selection of signs, old and new, telling us what to do (and not do!) at the Quincy mine. It's interesting to see how things have changed over the years.
Top: Modern sign cemented on to many ruins, provided by the Keweenaw National Historical Park. Left: Another modern sign posted at the more outlying ruins, provided by the Quincy Mine Hoist Association. Right: The oldest sign, painted onto the #2 Rockhouse foundation.
Carrot juice constitutes murder (V8's genocide) Greenhouses prisons for slaves (yes, your composts are graves) It's time to stop all this gardening (take up macrame) Let's call a spade a spade (is a spade, is a spade, is a spade, is a spade...) -- "Carrot Juice is Murder" by The Arrogant Worms
Output, scrolling from a program which I've been writing today -- and also a glimpse at the inside of my head after an afternoon of intense programming. Yes, this is really a photo too -- it was scrolling fast!
On Saturday -- after Chris graduated -- we headed out to McLain state park again to enjoy the beautiful evening. This is one of the lighthouses marking the entrance to the Portage Waterway, as the sun begins to set.
Just a few minutes beforehand, the Lovely Sarah, the Brother Chris, and I were all the way out on the end of the breakwater -- boy are my legs tired!