Looking past the Osborn along the side of the Hughitt Slip, where there have always been grain elevators for more than 100 years.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
I like to think of this as a giant straw, through which the factory is slowly draining the earth, leaving nothing but reinforced concrete below…
Sprouts of life in center of a smashed glass block.
Where equipment was scrapped.
A heavy steel device locks the anchor up.
I wonder what this guy is thinking, walking through the complex.
Trees by the beautiful Nurse’s Cottage above and behind the Kirkbride. One side looks out over farmland while the other faces the back of the hospital grounds. As of 2014, the city is allowing artists to rent spaces inside.