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.
A switch for the yard engines, now on the edge of the property where nobody will find it.
Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
Sleeping bags mark this former courtyard as a crash pad for the local homeless.
Carter Color used to occupy this block.
The Harrison flour mill, completed in 1897 and expanded in 1901 and 1902. The tunnel that I am standing on probably transported grain from the elevator to the mill. Medium Format.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
A stencil instructs the first and third shifts to ask security for access. Security was out during all my visits, except one mishap where a strung-out local chased me with a truck. Having spent a decade exploring the U.P., I was not caught off guard.
The roof was in bad shape, but too beautiful to avoid. This is the spot were I used to study medieval Latin.