My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
Twin tracks exit a concrete wall below St. Anthony (Cathedral) Hill.
The ice reflects the blue sky on the rust. The sunset blasts through the concrete pillars holding it all up.
An example of a typical desk at Buckstaff… messy, but everything’s there. It probably looks much as it did in 2011 when the plant closed.
A 1960s style TV set in a sun room at the back of the poor house. The concrete room survived the roof collapse and was full of rotten children’s books and toys. Perhaps it was where donations were sorted, or perhaps it was a nursery/orphanage area.
Paperwork litters the floors of the zinc mine offices.
Looking to the chapel addition from the Chateau.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.