Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Seven TV sets and not one shows my reflection. I’d also like to point out not two of these are the same.
Fluorescent lights peel back from the walls like caterpillars, rearing up and away from the glare of the sunflower-fans.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.
The iron holding up the plaster ceiling is rusted to the point the weight of it is bending it right over.
The side of a launcher, with outbuildings in the background. You can see the tracks where the roof would open before launch.