The bathtub fell into the basement, ala The Miller’s Tale. That’s right. Chaucer.
She liked to joke that she was my “tripod sherpa”.
A collapsing and unstable building.
If you look closely, you can see the rain dropping into the building. This is the part of the chapel with the collapsed roof–not the carvings on the choir loft.
Partier graffiti dates to when the caves were last open to the public; probably in the 1990s. This tunnel used to horseshoe between the brewery’s ice chute (left) and basement door (right, backfilled). Note the utility tunnel in the upper-right corner as well as the lighting brackets on the ceiling.
A ruined platform on the railyard platform side of the warehouse.
This was not always the top of the elevator.
Looking toward the museum from a broken window on the side of the concrete tower. The sign on top lights everything a dull pink-orange.