Balcony Door

Four A.M. was the best time to be on the main assembly line. This was about shortly after most of the machinery was removed.

On the second floor of the former carpentry shop, originally the delivery wagon shed.

This door used to open at river level, but it has since been built up and sealed with a steel grate. Still, the original doors (with original paint?) stand in the same place. Once they opened to the fresh air, now they are permanently sealed in the tunnels. This is the official entrance for inspecting the mine, hence fiber optic and ladder. Shortly after the plant was demolished, this entire area was resealed and alarmed.

The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.

An unmarred chart, printed with the facility name and ready to be sent out to command.

Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.

The basement of the ruined Masonic cottage.

Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past.

Laundry chute to the basement, as seen on the top floor.