Part of a vintage neon sign. I hope it’s been preserved–it reminds me of the sign that hung over my grandfather’s tv sales and repair shop in small town Minnesota.
Gaskets still organized on nails beside the power plant. This used to be a maintenance room, but since its roof and walls were torn down, it’s not any kind of room.
A side door on the rear of the castle that let guests out into a small stone courtyard below a tall turret.
The main rail artery for Thunder Bay passes Ogilvie’s.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
Looking across at the Cargill elevator.
At the end of a conveyor belt and poised over a loading station, it’s easy to image the tinny sound of chicken feed sliding across the metal. Like sand on the old-fashioned stainless steel playground slides.