My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
A big sign marks where the elevated walkway is severed where Dock 2 used to meet Dock 3, now gone.
Looking across the catwalk behind the ore chutes, when they were up, and at the top of the ore chutes during loading.
Snow flies across the frame as the sunken cribbing freezes bellow the concrete.
On the outside of the steel silos and headhouse is a riveted bulge that does not look like the silos. Inside is this elevator, a rudimentary (read: dangerous) and old (read: dangerous) freight elevator.
The batch tag specifies some of the technical properties of the silk worked here.
The old gate sign, leaned against one of the terminal elevators.
Inside the Beulah elevator were all of the original notices and notices. These are instructions for filling rail cars with flour sacks.