Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
The ghost town of Lauder, Manitoba. It’s seen better days, but I bet the TV reception on the flatlands is great.
Looking across the spired rooftop of the Kirkbride building. In the foreground is a fire chute that contains a metal spiral slide designed to evacuate patients in case of a fire. Note the ironwork on the chimney.
The basement of the ruined Masonic cottage.
This part of the workhouse was sheathed in fiberglass, but now you can see its insides from a mile away.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.