Halfway up the coal conveyor, covered in coal dust… black streaks of snot. Starting to get good.
The tops of the coke stoves.
Filters and fans to draw air into the boilers in the second power plant.
Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
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.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
One of my favorite visual feature of grain elevators, especially big ones, is how they repeat.
The historic entrance of the mill, alongside the (relatively) new Great Western offices.