Without proper pressure, the steering engine was ineffective.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.
Camera: Pentax 67.
Energy conserving window plastic does no good when the doors are all open and the heat’s off.
The underside of the dock seemed almost like a cathedral to industry with vaulted ceilings.
Like looking out of an airship.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
“Crunch, crunch, crunch,” said the ground. “I know,” I replied.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.