A heavy steel rail door to help funnel explosions upward, rather than outward.
The entry point for the painting shed on the top floor. Cars would have a few feet in between them before they entered. Separate sheds would prime and add color.
Designed by Taylor himself, the spring house was the site of many parties in its day. You can imagine sipping fresh-tapped whiskey here with your Sunday clothes with soft music and the sounds of the river mixing in the background. Note the key-hole-shaped spring hole.
The new dining room is still set up for the Twelve Step meetings that took place here a few years ago.
The conveyor between the shore and Dock 2. Note the gap in the aerial walkway that used to connect Dock 4 to the rest of the complex.
Rust undermines the decade old graffiti on the steel bin.
In this section of the Men’s Ward, sealed by brick from lower floors, the room doors had messages painted in their inside–some motivational, some not. I would be interested to hear if anyone knows the backstory of this section. Lighting is natural; it was just after sunset.
This is the building where the corn mash would be boiled in stainless steel kettles, now gone.
Water damage dissolved the ceiling into sludge. Pillars remain, as do the plastic light covers, now on the floor.