An old sign in front of the elevators that used to constitute Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #4. Kodak Pro 100.
A chalkboard that hasn’t been changed in my lifetime. Not something I expected to find in this engine room closet.
Looking out at the abandoned neighborhood around the house.
The railing were jealous of both the bricks and bits, and chose instead to dissolve like this.
Colors of the boiler room.
A late look at the brewhouse, long after the stainless steel tanks were scrapped.
The elevator is stuck between floors.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
This is one of my favorite images of the year because of the color, light and textures. Someone told me once that the medium of photographers is not film or digital sensors, but rather shadows. This photo is evidence of that.