The giant cog is missing on this machine, which turned a sugar slurry intro crystals. Green-blue stained glass makes the rusty machine glow in aquamarine.
The small door leads to the offices, the large door leads to the shop. My back at this time is to the corrugated steel wall. At the time I wondered why there was just one steel wall, not knowing that 40 years before there was another spot for an engine here. This section of the roundhouse has become a sort of town dump–car seats, cans of paint and tires are piled into its corners.
The side of Stelco and its scrubber-stacks. This is demolished now.
The incinerator’s hardened steel door… useless, but still sexy in a heavy-industrial kind of way.
Looking into the main workhouse from the skyway into the annex elevator. But who care? Look at the colors!
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.