A switchboard to control the flow of electricity into the plant from the city and generators.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
Judging by the bed, this room was used by employees in its later years.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
We can lie like sinners Breathe the air like children And you could lead and I could follow All those times are gone “Duluth” by Trampled by Turtles
An insurance office.
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.
Looking toward the Quenching Tower from the coal tower platform.