I passed this site for the first few months of my internship every morning. For me, it reminded me of kidnapping and murder body dump sites from movies in my childhood. This water-filled mine area ran along the rail lines. It was littered with beer can, candy wrappers, discarded clothing, and even a doghouse was strewn there.
I printed the faces of all reported missing persons in the state of New York for the year 1999, filled the bags with air and floated them on the surface of the water as a silent memorial.