Approaching the power station and its giant stack. The stack replaced four shorter stacks in the 1960s, helping with pollution in the downtown corridor.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
Squinting from the top floor through the skyway, one can feel small, like they’re in a heavy industrial dollhouse.
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.
A panoramic view of the sintering plant’s gas plant (?). Everyone who visits must get a picture of these rusty smokestacks!
No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
The smokestack for the sintering plant included a big blower room, to launch the fumes into the atmosphere and away from the town. What could go wrong?
Between blizzards on the hill, I look out over the Chateau. Kodak Portra 400 on Voightlander Bessa.