At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
The office was redder than the rest of the building.
A different kind of tree fort.
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.
The cemetery for the old asylum is, sadly, largely unmarked. Only in recent years has there been a real effort to locate and identify the remains there.
Another perfect Indianan sunset alights like a bird on the tops of the vent houses and tree-packed smokestacks.
I would wager that National Mine became the dumping ground for Chain O’ Mines as the company began to fail.
My first view of the tunnel was in the dead of winter. In spite of being in the middle of the forest, it was totally silent. Mamiya GA645 / Kodak Pro 400