This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
I am not sure what caused the discoloration, but two of the walls near the door to the machine shop are stained yellow-red. I assume this had to do with the walls in relation to blowing piles of iron ore, and that the walls have been partly infused with iron oxide. Any other ideas?
Wide stairs between the ground, the mine shaft, and the dry house.
The mostly-empty distilling room is easy to spot from the outside because of the distinctive round window.
The last tailings on a broken conveyor belt.
The Sun Rooms, or Common Rooms, reminded me of the Panopitcon turned inside-out.
One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.