In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
Like looking out of an airship.
The bottom of the elevator which seemed too modern for the building. The top of the elevator opens into open air, as the second floor has long since collapsed.
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
This ruined skyway looks like it should be at ground level because of the growth, but it’s actually the second floor of the building.
This drying house was full of ventilation ducts, broken scales, and insulated carts to haul powder around the line.
I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.
Looking up at the network of elevators at the Saskatchewan Wheat Pool. Its train shed doors stand open under the void where conveyors should be. You can see where they used to connect on the left and right. The outside of the building is covered in racist graffiti.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.