The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
Bricks from the demolished buildings.
An emergency slide to help workers evacuate the blending house in an emergency.
The many levels of catwalks make for a place where you can look from the ground floor to the roof, about 4 stories up.
The aft lifeboat survived auction, although now all it holds is an emergency ladder to help men who’ve fallen overboard get on deck.
Spring melt flows down the rusty rock house. In the background is the frame for the shaft.