Looking from the main shop into the boiler shop, one of three attached buildings that specialized in certain repairs. One thing that architectural photographers have to work with is an elongated “magic hour” with ideal shadowing and coloring–this photo is a result of that lighting.
Wintertime is quiet, except for the planes overhead.
A walk-up service window on the side of an administration building of some sort. I have a feeling the buildings were color coded.
Some guerilla art for passing drivers on I-94 East to enjoy. Artist unknown.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
The side of the maintenance shops, still home to several disassembled electric carts.
The world’s biggest paper machine was installed here about a century before this photo was taken. The orange in the windows is the brick building across the street–the new part of the plant.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
Grimy windows and the other half of the complex trade interests and stares.