A fallen branch smashed out this skylight years ago, and since then the bees have found this tiny toilet a perfect home. This is part of the hotel where employees slept.
A wimpy crane by most standards, only suitable for moving around parts of steam turbines.
This is the crane that would be used to lower extra-heavy bits of copper ore into the fire of the furnace.
A polaroid (FP100c, actually) of the newer grain car dumper.
When I moved from the roof back into the upper floors of the distillery, the plants growing out of the masonry caught my eye. It’s 60 feet up, but looks like it could be an old wall.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.