The ghost town of Lauder, Manitoba. It’s seen better days, but I bet the TV reception on the flatlands is great.
These copulas made the iron for casting.
HDR matrix panorama. Looking from the grain elevators, now doomed, toward the city between the flour mill’s water tower and tile elevator’s neon sign, the old and new economies seem almost united. Yet the financial centers rise in reality to shadow the now-abandoned industry and manufacturing. The way of things, I’m told.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.
A half acre of switchboards and switches, circuit breakers and generators. Modern.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
This sawtooth roof collapsed months later under the weight of an early snow.
She liked to joke that she was my “tripod sherpa”.
In front of the mine building the ground has opened up, showing a one-subterranean hallway. Locals seem to be using the dangerous hole as a trash dump.