One thing I love about Butte is the hidden history that can be seen when traveling through alleys, between buildings and, as seen here, during construction.
I was driving to my office on Mercury Street and passed the Dumas. I wasn’t even expecting to be able to drive on Mercury Street since the road was closed for construciton a few days ago when I tried. My eyes were wide open as I saw the bright red brick peeking up between pieces of pavement.
I had always thought the stone on the old roads were gray, probably because color photography was a thing of the future when the bare brick was used. It’s hard to imagine Butte as it was in the past in color rather than the black and white I always see at the Photo Archives. It’s fun at the same time.