The backside of Inglis’ elevator row, a Canadian National Heritage site, where 5 elevators still stand over CPR tracks.
A gate large enough to accommodate a missile, next to the ruins of the guard shack. Wyoming is the intersection of lonely and beautiful.
Looking through the dark door at Shaft 3, when my naked eyes could only make out a staircase lit dimly from above.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
Where the drain changes shape from round concrete to arched brick.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
Delmar #4 is like two elevators in one, in capacity and design.
Taken from atop a grain train at the end of Cargill B-2, looking toward Lake Superior “I”, now part of the sample complex. This area used to have another slip, but Cargill filled it on when it built the elevator on the right.