The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
A whiteboard in the quiet turbine room lays it all out… you should sell.
The sign room with glass letters, words, and numbers.
A panorama from a basement room protected by an amphibian platoon, hand-painted by some National Guardsman from the past. I hope it gets preserved somehow…
The coal crusher (above) and the conveyor (left) to bring the powdered coal to furnace hoppers (right).
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 through the washer that is the first stop for the dredgings.
Between lines of Number Sixes right after sun rose behind them. This photo shows how extremely lush the grounds are that make getting around in some places impossible.