My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
The surgical suite was flooding.
A side door for the shop area with ivy crawling toward it.
The powered lime hopper had a lot of levels.
This heavy door opens directly into the missile vault and was used to load and unload the missile erector.
Safety signs decorated every floor, machine and, yes, door. This message spoke to me for reasons my coworkers will understand; suffice to say, I need to take this message to heart.
Because painted signs would not hold up in this spot–in between four ovens that were literally hot enough to melt steel inside. Solution: Cut the pipe labels into the sheet metal. Seems to have worked.
The large domed rooms were surreal.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.