Two counterweighted elevators moved men between the surface, mine, and underground mill.
A leftover swatch remembers the last fabric sewn here.
The curving corridors flanking the Administration Tower are especially ornate, though the prison-like door betrays the real purpose of the building.
A primitive intercom system connected the various wards to their respective nurse’s stations. They looked hand-made and likely originated, in part, in the FFSH carpentry shop. They were often placed high, like this one, to be out of patient reach.
Mounted in an office.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
The oldest part of this mill had a wooden roof that rotted away long ago. Slowly, rust is dulling the edge on every cog left behind.
One of the many blast doors. Note the plunger to seal off the airflow in the event of an attack or accidental explosion.
Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.