With the maintenance door open you can see the buckets on in the vertical conveyor.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
The side of Saskatchewan Wheat Pool #7, still active, is hypnotizingly regular. From a distance, its texture resembles parchment. Its color resembles the color of the wheat in late October.
One of the few doors.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
Sharks in the floor.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
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.