In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
King Elevator sits in the corner of a more recently-defunct lumber mill: Great Western Timber. Perhaps in the future I will write the history of it. Arista 100 in 120.
Jef throws open the back door of an alley for the trailing photographers and historians.
On the upper floors where the sunlight is yellow–the color of flour dust, once exposed to the elements.
Vines are finding their way into the roundhouse.
Ava near the Memorial Building. The block glass embedded in the sidewalk here is actually a skylight for the tunnel below, which connects the Memorial Building to the steam and supply systems of the hospital.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
Looking up the tallest structure left at ACME.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.