C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
These ruins of buildings recovered acid from the explosives line to be recycled.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
I found a historical photo of this room showing 10-foot high machines with wires hanging by the mile from looms and schematic charts.
Looking past the Osborn along the side of the Hughitt Slip, where there have always been grain elevators for more than 100 years.
Chutes connect the bottoms of the silos to a conveyor belt.
Ducking the steam lines overhead between the mixers and compressors, a water tower says “good morning,” right past the slack power lines. This is the sleepy uptown of the war city.
This building had no identity issues. My chief regret was not spending more time documenting the ghost signs around the complex.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.