From the street, it’s clear that almost every window and door had boards over it, but not every building had a roof. Silly priorities.
The offices were cut in half, letting the fog roll in and the photographers roll out.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.
Power-up to cool down… would have been nice on the hot day I climbed on top of this machine.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
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.
From the highest roof of Ogvilvie’s, Thunder Bay looks like paradise.
Many of the higher floors were more or less demolished–usually more. These would have been condos had ‘The Arcade’ project come to fruition. Now there are simply wide open floors punctuated only by pillars and meaningless hallways.