Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
A gymnasium, if I recall. The last building before the road dead-ends.
The main shaft’s cable spooled with bird castings belies the fact that lives used to dangle from its steel-wound strength. Arrows on the circles would indicate the mine level the cars were currently at.
The well-worn chair in one larry’s operator cab, next to an overgrown coke battery.
A sign in the desolate cafeteria.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
The original metal sign over the porticos.
From left to right: shaft building, headframe, rock house, hoist house.
From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.