In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
The mostly-empty distilling room is easy to spot from the outside because of the distinctive round window.
Sliding fireproof doors and an old hydrant at Harlowton’s old yards.
The side of Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #7, still active, is hypnotizingly regular. From a distance, its texture resembles parchment. Its color resembles the color of the wheat in late October.
The long control room overlooks giant caps where equipment was removed long ago.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
They remodeled, apparently.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.