Both portals get clogged with ice in the winter. In the summer, the ceiling is always dripping. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400
In a strange loft next to the brewhouse are these twin kettles, which seem much older than the main kettles in the brewhouse.
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
The blacksmith shop is pretty rugged looking. Through the door you can see the collapsed walkway that might have once connected to a building covering the Santiago Tunnel adit.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
A cracked sign at dock-level, where loading boats would be tied below the taconite conveyors. All across the surface of the concrete dock were taconite pellets, like slippery little marbles. One wrong step could put a worker in the water, which is a bad, bad place to be.
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.