There are so many pipes i the factory–I wonder how many people knew where they all went, in the days these machines operated at capacity.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
SFAAP’s iconic smokestacks. You’d notice if you drove past this on the highway.
A sizable crane on the corner of the engine house still swings out.
Looking up from the industrial courtyard.
Fermenters and mixing tanks fill this brewing room. The lighting is all natural, and is partially owed to a crumbling wall letting the sunset blast the interior in almost perfect profile.
This is part of the oldest section of factory, one that hasn’t had a roof in a long time and all usable equipment has been extracted. The machines pictured would spin sliced beets in boiling water… it was a sealed system before someone cut holes on sides of each unit.
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
I really liked the bulky pillars on this outer-ring cottage.