Peering into a remote office at Manitoba Wheat Pool #3. Someone left their to-do list behind.
Like a railgun pointed at the Rockies… the boom would direct tailings–junk rock–outside of the dredge pond.
All of the fire alarms had been triggered.
This dock goes between loading bays (see glass brick walls) and the railroad.
The organ and bits of glass that have lost their way. Try not to see the upside-down wooden cross dangling from the stained-glass-crown on the church’s front side. Of course, it’s to keep the loose panes from falling out onto the road in wind, but at the same time…
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.
Pipes to channel nitrose (think nitro glycerine) infused acid through the building.