Why the door had to be moved over 2 1/2 feet will remain a mystery.
A photo from my first trip, although very little has changed in this area of the building except for the level of graffiti. I love skylights, don’t you?
Left: A medium storage chamber with access to an interconnecting steam tunnel at ceiling height. This room also has various smashed toilets. Why? Because dead toilets–all of them–always find a home in a cave. Center: Steps go past a +-intersection, left goes deeper, right goes to utility tunnels for the brewery, forward used to go to the brewery basement… it’s now backfilled. Left from the backfill is a small hallway; see ‘Backfill Self Portrait’. Center-Right: Utility tunnels tie knots between the brewery’s demolished basement and its caves. Right: Most of the storage volume is in large chambers down this causeway.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Circa-1960s graffiti. Someone got their ass kicked.
A better look at the rails in the floor, installed to help move heavy equipment around the building.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.
Some of the rotting clothes were in boxes, split long ago from moisture. Others were just heaped in piles.