Shadows of the timberwork and cribbing are cast across cracked lake ice. My footprints follow cat tracks.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.
Dead cars were parked permanently near the model farm. Perhaps it had an automotive program. After all, before they were ‘Indian Residential Schools’ they were ‘Indian Industrial Schools’.
A set of air intakes and exhaust pipes over the buried communications and control equipment rooms.
This used to be one of the office doors, but it’s been removed (apparently without malcontent) and placed in the shop area.
One of the principal businesses in McConnell was a farm implement and lumber store. This is too new to have been bought there, but I like that it’s still on the edge of town. It’s more comfortable than the emptiness beyond, that used to be a little prairie town.