Pink Room

Showering red-hot coke fresh from the furnaces near the Coal Tower (in the back) was the Quenching Tower’s duty (front).

Standing on the ruins of the former sister dock, looking back at the soon-to-be-demolished family member. The pilings I stood on for the shot were those of the Chicago and North Western RR #3 which was dismantled in 1960 and used to be 2,040-feet long.

Graffiti by performing artists that hit the stage in the 1990s. I’m no musician, but I do not think it is being played low enough.

Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.

Looking at the concrete headframe from street level. Acros 100 in Pentax 67

We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.

The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.

The remains of the surgical suite.

Model: Ryan. On the second floor between wooden joists and massive, inert lighting is simply nothing but warped wood, stained with crane grease.