The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
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.
The Western Elevator’s old moniker looks over Fort William (the neighborhood). Snow falls over Mount McKay in the background. This elevator is still active… the only active elevator in Fort William proper.
This strip of lights over where the closed body assembly line would curve around indicated the status of the line in terms of yellow, white, and red lights.
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
A furnace control panel, cut off its subordinate before the plant closed, no doubt to be replaced. I like this shot because it shows that many of the smaller machines were engineered by the plant itself.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Ask your dentist about brushing your teeth with asbestos!