On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
A floating spiral staircase, one of two, that link the foyer with the lounge and balcony level. Now the balcony level is a small second stage. A panoramic view of Split Rock LIghthouse wraps around the bannisters.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
An outfall for 43rd Avenue Creek. Let’s rename it Substreet Creek; isn’t that a better name?
Pillars painted red indicated firefighting supplies. Fire was a very common enemy of early rail facilities, and many roundhouses burned down because of a combination of dry wood, hot, fire-breathing machinery and countless oil-saturated surfaces.
And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Platforms and abandoned outbuildings, as seen in 2005.
The alley-mounted fire escape is long gone, but lamps over the bricked-up windows and a dark outline show how it zig zagged.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.