Looking into the engine works from the concrete addition.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
This wheel scoops the washings from the sluice room and places it on the tailings conveyor.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
2015. Water damage hastens the decay of the annex and its stage. Every time I visit this room, the chairs are in different places. Kodak Portra 400 in a Voigtlander Bessa.
An original, minimally remodeled bathroom above the cafeteria reminds us what the whole complex once looked like.
Looking out from my perch close to the Kam toward the Ogilvie head house. To the left is a newer concrete annex, probably built in the years it bore the name Saskatchewan Pool 8.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.