One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
The grain-centric buildings had automatic fire doors.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
Between the repair shops and the stock department is this odd little structure. No, the walls are not level–it’s not your eyes. The shops slope left, the structure slopes right.
The control room for Manitoba Pool Elevator #3 was the most modern of any I saw in Thunder Bay. Apparently, 25 men were working on the day this elevator shut down.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
Fire doors separate the buildings.
The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.