It is not often that one visits a resort so old that it has its own museum. Such is the case at Mohonk Mountain House, a Victorian resort founded in 1869. As the resort ages, its museum, housed in a barn on the grounds, grows apace. I spent several hours prowling its crowded floors, filled with fascinating 19th and 20th Century artifacts of a country hotel. In a corner of the museum’s attic, I found a small dimly lit room housing dusty registers of hotel guests, going back to the 1870s. On a shelf above some of those registers stood three painted plaster busts. In another era, they might have adorned the hotel’s lobby or dining room. Forgotten and unseen, their colors are faded and their plaster is chipped. Yet they still carry themselves with dignity as they hold their poses from another time. I isolate them in the light from a distant window by using spot-metering and a hand-held shutter speed of 1/13th of a second. The guest registers are barely visible, their contents out of sight and out of mind. It is said by some that Mohonk is haunted by ghosts from its past. If so, it would not surprise me if some of them might live in this room.