A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
I liked the color of her hair against the rusty rock house and blue winter sky.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
A storage vault for guns and other weapons to protect the base from attack.
Peeling paint reveals the room numbers of the past. Kodak Trix-400 on Canon T40.
One of the storage bunkers was cracked open. I wonder how effective this heavy door would actually be… I expect, not very.
An interesting crane in the back of the machine shop. It seems very light duty, so I am not certain what it was used for.