One boat comes into port while three wait. The birds, fat from spilled grain, circle overhead. Arista 100.
One of my favorite shots of the headhouse at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #4, with one seagull threading the needle. The socket holes on the frame got blown out thanks to my bad developing, but I like the effect. Arista 100.
Let’s play a game called “FIND THE PIGEON”! There is one bird in this photo of dust collectors atop the King Elevator train shed.
The company labs. If you can believe it, this area is even more destroyed today.
Old boathouses near the dock.
Gulls check in on me while I climb around the roof of one of the train shds of SWP #4. FP-100C.
A dead pigeon that taggers gilded.
A great lakes freighter slowly passes SK Wheat Pool 4 with ‘The Sleeping Giant’ in the background. Arista 100.
Looking toward Sleeping Giant from the workhouse.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
All that’s left of the lost annex near Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #4 and #5. Arista 100.
Above the altar are faded murals. Here’s the Holy Grail.
A quick shot with a Voigtlander 15mm f/4.5 (V1-M Mount). Possibly my favorite lens. Birds love these postindustrial ruins, and they hated me exploring and photographing them.
Seagulls circle the roof of King Elevator, the veritable Fortress of the Pigeon Forces.
Birds love grain elevators. I love grain elevators.
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
A bird near the old schoolyard.
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.