We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
The city constructed a wall in the early 2000s to discourage visitors. Note the staircase is cut off, too.
My favorite shot from the trip. Later in its life, the plant was converted to burn its own byproducts, but it seems this was designed as a coal hopper.
There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
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.
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.