One of the few man-sized exterior doors, seemingly with an original frame. Classic arching and beautiful textures–every inch of wall had me drooling. If this engine house was in a metropolitan area, it would have been turned into a $10 million white collar office suite ten years ago.
One of the only remaining pieces of equipment in the distilling room is this green control panel on a bridge suspended in the middle of it all.
The back of the Lyric, including the offices at the back of the theater.
There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
The powerhouse was notably older than the rest of the complex. I’m still not sure if it was build just for the cooperage, or whether it preceded it.
Looking from the mill at the old transfer elevator’s steel tanks.
Days after the long-flooded basement was pumped out. Note the water lines!
Chester Creek, where it was forced to dip below the circa-1970s I-35 tunnels.
Although it’s difficult to spot at first, there is a traveling mini crane down the way about the three windows. This was installed to service all of the fabrication machines that would be in this section.