The southernmost houses in Gilman are seen through the pines on the right, near the tram stop.
This building seemed like a pump house or compressor house. It was full of empty concrete mounts.
On the left is a bathroom, which is why it has the wire mesh over the door; so it could be locked and still be ventilated. On the right side are small double-bed rooms, which still have their heavy wooden doors. More attractive than jail cell doors, but serving the same purpose.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Algae grows where water flows/From the sawtooth roof/To the mines below/The sun climbs high/But is in no one’s eyes/A wall alone crumbles/It was no suprise
Birch shadows on stone walls… have you been looking at my Christmas list?
A simple porcelain fountain in the original brewhouse. The water fountain, no doubt, is not original.
A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.