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.
Giant paint mixers.
A brewmaster’s desk leans beside a long-disused stainless steel kettle. The staircase above goes to another level of kettles, which are visibly older.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
The porcelain hoops guided the silk threads through the device.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
The command building and a coolant tank. In the distance, rain and hail pound Wyoming dirt.
I tried to hide the graffiti from my photos, but sometimes it wasn’t possible.
Part of the brewing process is sterilizing the kettles, pipes and tanks all product would touch. This was done with a caustic solution. To the left is a healthy pile of asbestos where a heating tank used to stand, insulated in the carcinogenic mineral. The tank got cut apart, the asbestos stayed here.