In this ghost town where there were brick, wooden, and dirt-brick buildings, the latter fared the best by far.
A ruined platform on the railyard platform side of the warehouse.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
The roof of the King Elevator had two small vents and a terrific view of Sleeping Giant Provincial Park. Arista 100 in 120.
Island Station, in the middle of the power house, in the middle of a thunder storm. Flapping pipe covers and sheets of ran penetrating one massive arched window and blasting through the other, as winds power through the building from the Mississippi. The sound of the thunder made every length of steel squeak under the pressure.
A street side exposure of the original 1914 section of the orphanage. Turned into black and white to deemphasize all the graffiti across the front steps.
A jankey ladder leads to a platform over a wooden tank. Here’s hoping my usage contributes to jankey being accepted into the dictionary! Thanks, lexicographers.
Sluice tables stretch into the darkness.
This photo illustrates how vertical the complex is.