The clock, which was sold after Amtrak dumped the building, was returned to the Waiting Room in 2005.
It’s not hard to see how Germany could turn these into a prison overnight.
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.
Looking out from a hallway on the third floor where a ceiling and roof should be. I could not stand in the room, as the floor had collapsed into the basement, but I could put my camera out at arm’s length and fire a few pictures upward, which is how I came away with this image!
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
The pipes above sprayed water onto the hot coke.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
Next to the generator room is the pump room, which moved steam around the complex.