Standing between pockets 1 and 2. You brought hearing protection, right?
This was not always the top of the elevator.
The superstructure for the sea-leg skyways serves no purpose now… the offices are bricked up, too. Why?
The Arcade itself, a predecessor of the indoor mall. Don’t you love those arches?
Before the clouds broke, I snapped this profile of the dumping control room and its spiral staircase. These are the colors that I dream in.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
The entrance to the cafeteria when I first saw it (around 2004) still had coats on the hanger. Now the walls aren’t even white anymore because water has removed all the latex paint.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.