Watching the sun set behind downtown Detroit is my favorite memory from the building.
One of the smallest of the many elevators in Thunder Bay, this little elevator held corn for the glucose and starch lines.
I like to think of this as the hardware abstraction layer. It’s one of many subassembly monorail conveyors that dipped onto the factory floor to deliver assembled subsections where they needed to be on the main assembly floor below.
My favorite picture from the mills. These charts remind me of star charts or orbiting planets.
While walking out I snapped this last shot of the sunset drenching the castle-top watertower (staying with the theme), right before the sun dipped below the hill across the stream from which the whiskey was distilled.
In this old repair shop, vines fall from the rotting roof to meet mossy concrete. Even though it had been dry for days, water dripped in from the roof to make permanent puddles between workstations. It was full of color and sound and industry and nature.
What are we to do in an emergency?
Furnace #7, as seen from #6’s catwalks. Cue morning fog.
A rusting disconnect gangway. The smokestack is for a boiler, if I recall.