The main rail artery for Thunder Bay passes Ogilvie’s.
An old nurse’s station (you can tell because of the half-door with table) with torn-up tiles. Notice through the curved doorway that even the ceiling has a curvature.
A custom ladder to cross conveyor belts on the work floor.
The playground used to be near the school which is now in ruins.
The gulls wait to eat the next load of spilled grain. Arista 100.
A misnomer that stuck.
The first floor of the Industrial Loft building.
There were three main stockhouses, two of which still exist, that are filled with tanks like these in addition to Fermentation. Each tank is the size of the city bus and few are left after the 2008-2009 scrapings.
Blue skies and rust-pocked siding contrast the high-altitude blue sky. By the time I had worked my way back to the tram, it was sunset.