Ben

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.

Unintentional art comes in the form of a beet juice slurry baffle.

2004. Machine Shop Loft.

A tunnel that brought heat from the power plant to the Hart House. Since that building was demolished, this only served as a fallout shelter. To my knowledge, this was never used to move bodies to the incinerator. That was probably done with a vehicle and the lower entrance to the power station, which did dispose of TB victims for some time.

Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.

A small upper level was accessible via ladder through the hole in this ceiling. Ben for scale.

When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.

One of a few dozen steel bed frames left in the rubble of the collapsing building.

From the loftily perspective of the crane cab, I thought about how nice it would have been to have been here when there was equipment to share the space. This begs the question, who took out the equipment?