Shuttered windows on the side of one of the collapsing bonded warehouses.
Looking above the altar.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
The common rooms bulge out of the institutional geometry of the wards.
My favorite shot from the trip. Later in its life, the plant was converted to burn its own byproducts, but it seems this was designed as a coal hopper.
Copper poured from this furnace and was cast by the autocaster on the right into billets.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
The sun unzipped the clouds. Mist blew across the harbor.
Sour mash had to be fermented before being used for whiskey making. Nearly all bourbon uses it.