This is the view I see every morning when I drive to work. The
island where my office is located is adjacent to the Treadwell Mine,
which was once the largest, most productive gold mine in the United
States. Miners pulled more than 200 million ounces of gold out of that
mine, until somebody tunnelled a bit too close to the channel, and the
wall collapsed, flooding the mine with seawater. I hate when that
happens.
Anyway, there are many ruins on
the island, including the old pumphouse, the strangest-looking building
I've ever seen. It looks like one of those tall, skinny caricatures of a
house that a little child might draw, but it's real. I'm not sure why
it has such an unusual shape, but it sits out in the channel, surrounded
by water at high tide, and lifted on a small spit of rock and sand at
low tide. I love it, and photograph it all the time.
It made for an excellent, dramatic subject for my second frit drawing. Can't wait to fire this one.
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