The screen and mineral stained window cross-processed the sky.
Looking out from what little remains of the second floor at the poor house, which was in terrible condition. No roof and no floors. Soon to be ruins.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.
Looking toward the old power house, right below one of its arteries.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
A bright red light blinks on the end of the abandoned dock to ward off passing boats.
“Five Roses” was the brand of flour that Lake of the Woods marketed. Later, this became another Manitoba Pool elevator. Notice the “POO” up top? It’s missing the ‘L’…
The conveyorway between the on-site grain elevator and mill.