Winter skies over Allouez Bay. From a distance, it looks almost fragile.
Standing on the fence barricade that used to keep squatters out of the tunnel, the size of the space is impressive. What you see here is the current length of the tunnel; I set up a flashlight at the end to illuminate the concrete wall that is the lower portal.
In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
Small rooms in the basement of the asylum were seemingly too tiny to be used, even for storage.
The ’59’ is just a reference to that work station. Unfortunately the scrappers beat me to this machine–there was not much left besides the 2-ton shell and this control panel.
…out of our depth.
A typical room in Birtle.
The great entrance to the Service Building shows the detail once present in the old hospital.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.