Looking out of Kurth Malt a the neighbors–the silos past Electric Steel are those of the Froedert Malt Company, now gone.
Easier-to-demolish parts of the power plant were torched apart. Catwalks to nowhere meant lots of dead ends.
This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
This side of the mill, which abuts the Great Miami River, is much older than the other side of B Street. You can tell it went through many revisions.
One chute drops grain on a conveyor for storage in the north silo cluster, while another is ready to deposit the flow where the conveyor cannot reach. Instead of engineering the belt to trip in reverse, the silos under the workhouses have their own chutes.
This roof hasn’t budged under the weight of snow, instead it just filters-through the light onto the floor.
Looking across a skyway at the dust-collecting funnels, one of the few pieces of equipment that haven’t been completely decimated by time and the elements.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
The sun shining through one of the buildings; everything was overgrown.