300 tea lights illuminate what Greg Brick calls the Rotunda, under the brew house proper, which was part of Christopher Stahlmann’s natural cave.
A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
Hand painted fire extinguisher notices and a long room which I strongly suspect was a pattern cutting room.
Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
Don’t know what’s heavier… the bricks or shadows.
A self portrait from more than a decade ago.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.