All that’s left of the lost annex near Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #4 and #5. Arista 100.
The former express concourse, as seen in 2005.
A broken scale in Isabella A, next to an old wood stove.
Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
The individual ovens are skinny to allow even and fast heating of the whole interior. Numbers are cut into signs because no paint could withstand the heat or corrosive emissions from the coking process.
I had to climb into the roof of the half-demolished skyway to see through to the other side of the train shed. That’s my foot in the corner.
The building is winking.
Ryan, as seen from the crane ladder.
Many outdoor areas of the plant have become unofficial city dumps. The skeleton doesn’t care.