On the rooftop of the Temple Opera Block are some old fast food table sets. It did not seem like they had seen much use recently. The tires across the rooftop is a sort of calling card for the building’s former owner.
A stack of tires, some of which are destined for the roof. For some reason, a hundred old tires adorn the roof of the Twohy.
Rubber dock boots still sits under the desk in the dock office, near keys to rusted locks and files of fired employees.
My favorite time to be in the brewery was sunrise. That’s the kind of light that made the brewhouse glow.
Looking out of Kurth Malt a the neighbors–the silos past Electric Steel are those of the Froedert Malt Company, now gone.
Delmar #4 is like two elevators in one, in capacity and design.
A quick vertical panorama taken on my back at the sweet spot of a great summer sunset. On the skylight is the torch-cut catwalk that used to link the outside of the smokestacks that vented the cupolas.
The quality assurance labs were no doubt a busy place.
As if they were planning to move the furniture out of the hospital, it all sits in the main hallway in the ground floor.