One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The balcony used to be beautiful, you say. I say, it still is.
Parking strictly forbidden. A sign in front of Cheratte’s former truck shops.
A big door into the fire pump room.
Office manners dictate that one must tip their file drawer back upright once it is knocked through the wall.
When Nopeming was affiliated with local farms, it often slaughtered its own livestock. This is the part of the hospital where food would be prepped, below the stage in the Service Building.
This old ward, not a victim of remodeling, still has metal screens over the open windows of the doors. It should be obvious why glass were not used.
A typical narrow hallway at Birtle.
An elevator to bring big somethings into the basement, it seemed. Nearby were the plant firetrucks, still ready to go. I hope they were saved.