This photo illustrates how vertical the complex is.
Some of the ruins are way off the beaten path… foundations of tank stands and pillars of buildings that never had walls or roofs.
I wish I knew the story of this popcorn-themed boxcar.
Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple; Open the door and see all the people; Here’s the parson going upstairs; Here he is saying his prayers…
Looking up from the industrial courtyard.
A caustic tank in one of the unremodeled brewhouse backrooms.
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.
The approach to the dock is rigidly geometric. I always thought its outline was beautiful against the lake that, by contrast, was always moving.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.