This building cleaned the barrels that transported ingredients through the plant.
When it was convenient, the sugar company would pull equipment, even pipes, from one mill for another.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
A long exposure in the wind, lit by airport lights.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
An alarm panel in the powerpplant, now demolished.
Gloves hang in the basement of the former quality assurance labs.
The mill was powered, in part, by water flowing through turbines under it. After the flow worked the industrial heart of the flour mill, it was exit to the Mississippi here.