A long exposure of the city glow illuminating the roof, highlighting the victorian and gothic influences on the brew house.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
Outside the Chateau, where the fuel oil tank blocks the chapel.
The doorframes become more askew every year as the buildings slip downward into the gulch at different rates. This seems to be the part of the mine ruins where transients leave their marks. The graffiti dated back to the 1970s, at least.
Like many mill-style buildings of the time, the Twohy’s loading doors (in this case, the delivery wagon doors) opened to an elevator shaft. This design cut down on loading time, as long as the elevator was operational. Of course, if it was otherwise occupied, there could be no traffic through the exterior doors!
Taken while standing on the torn outline of a scrapped altar. With my back to the faded outlines of men, books and the Holy Grail, the room seems much lighter.
The front of the power plant (right), the distillery itself (center), and the regaling house (left).
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.