A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
About a second after the explosives were triggered.
A big sliding fire door opens onto a train dock.
It was obvious which parts of the hospital were the newest, by their relative utter self destruction. It’s comforting to the Cubical Dwellers, I think, to know that as soon as the power and plumbing are disconnected that all hell will break loose and dismantle their suspended ceilings, drywall boxes and fluorescent suns in no time at all.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
Looking out from my perch close to the Kam toward the Ogilvie head house. To the left is a newer concrete annex, probably built in the years it bore the name Saskatchewan Pool 8.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.