Above my head while taking this picture was the seal of the Department of the Interior.
A different kind of tree fort.
These long curved corridors connected the wards. Locked doors on both of their ends were a security and comfort feature. Sounds and people would be sealed in their respective wards, as the hallways would act like beautiful airlocks; they were so long that it was unlikely that doors would be open on both sides at the same time. Portra 160.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
A matrix panorama of the brewhouse staircase, post-scrapping. So pretty…
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
Raab strolling where the coal and ore would be dumped by trains that traveled along the top of the concrete pilings.