Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.
In the middle of one of the outlying cottages, perhaps the Masonic Cottage–it was too damaged to tell, really–are these pair of skinny doors that led from patient rooms to a common area with rotting shag carpet.
Miscellaneous math and strange instructions remain all across the shipment section walls. Sadly, this section likely fell into disrepair before the others.
The right-pointing crank adjusts the rollers inside of the mill. How fine do you want your flour?
Looking out from my perch close to the Kam toward the Ogilvie head house. To the left is a newer concrete annex, probably built in the years it bore the name Saskatchewan Pool 8.
Call me angsty, but I like it. Found in the Auxiliary Hospital.