“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.
A cottage for masons infected with TB to live together.
Much of the plant depended on steam, not only for heat but for mechanical power.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.
Most of the control panels were faceless. No doubt, they were parted out to keep other sugar mills alive.
A sharp turn in the coatings department twists the steel out of sight.
I found a face.
This heavy door opens directly into the missile vault and was used to load and unload the missile erector.