From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Looking up the tallest structure left at ACME.
As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
The backside of Inglis’ elevator row, a Canadian National Heritage site, where 5 elevators still stand over CPR tracks.
Ultimately, it was the bad roof that doomed these buildings.
This ward was the last occupied place in the hospital. It was used as a chemical dependency (drug and alcohol) inpatient program. It seems that they were allowed to paint the walls before they abandoned it… I go back and forth, thinking it is a shame and thinking it is a little cool.