I couldn’t help but include this ghost sign for a demolished motel…
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When I first saw Ogilvie’s from the ground, I promised myself to look back when i found my way into this little pitched outcropping which seemed to have the best view of Thunder Bay I could imagine. It turns out, though, that there is no floor in that section; it is just extended machine access! Oh well. Mount McKay in the background in the last light.
The missiles were stored without fuel, to help prevent mishaps. This is the fuel pumping building and one of the tanks.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.
Allouez had already suffered one major fire. It didn’t need another–especially under Dock 1’s wooden approach.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
Watching the comings and goings of doctors, nurses and new patients was a mainstay of asylum routine; one can find it easy to imagine pale faces pressed against the block glass windows, staring out at the world moving past them.
Interlocking bricks at the mouth of the stoker-less boiler.
Where workers would sign documents and collect their pay.
Iron becoming dirt becoming birches.