Next to the generator room is the pump room, which moved steam around the complex.
The vibrant colors clashed with the silent hotel.
A typical room in the barracks, reinforced from mortars and light shelling, possibly.
The orange bars were secured to the tunnel walls to support electric lines for the mine carts. Lower parts of the sand mines were allowed to flood. The water was perfectly still, and made for a mud so thick it could suck off your boots.
A heavy steel security door, taken right off its hinges. This was likely installed after Grafton State School took over the hospital.
The hole in the floor, I like to joke, is a not-so-sneaky trap for the photographers creeping to get a close-up of the amazing peeling paint. I somehow escaped this snare, however, to warn the rest… perhaps you.
A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
Looking out from my perch close to the Kam toward the Ogilvie head house. To the left is a newer concrete annex, probably built in the years it bore the name Saskatchewan Pool 8.