The backside of Inglis’ elevator row, a Canadian National Heritage site, where 5 elevators still stand over CPR tracks.
I included this image to illustrate the height of the headgrame and the distance between it and the hoist house. Of course, compared with the depth of the mine shaft, this distance is short.
Where the bricks jumped and wood followed, water runs amok.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
The entrance to the area where staff could sleep.
Rows of offices under the power plant, which was in the middle of being demolished during my adventure. Despite the snow, this was meant as an interior.
The now-demolished Sanatorium, for patients of the asylum that contracted the disease.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.