The roof could be vented when locomotives were running inside.
This seemed to be the newest building on the property.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
Looking above the altar.
Daisy Mill could accept shipments from water, rail, and truck at one time. Now everything comes and goes by rail.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
The old offices for the Oberon Elevator are defunct, but seem to be holding up to the brutal prairie snows and winds. Medium Format.
A cottage for masons infected with TB to live together.