Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
I’ll remember the neon glow fondly.
Barrels were prepared across the street, then moved across the road with a special conveyor, seen crashed here. This is down the road from Old Taylor, and was probably a part of the Old Crow operation.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
At sunrise the fog rose near the solvent recovery line. You can barely read the “XXX” warning.
Kurth bears a ghost sign. Recently, its main sign was destroyed by graffiti artists in 2015.
A handmade sign tracks the progress through the current beet campaign. For this factory, it was about 30 years ago. Perhaps the idea was to pit shifts against each other.
I wish I had the equipment then that I have now… I look back at these 10-year-old pictures and can’t ignore all the grain.
Somewhere between the grain elevator and the distillery.