There’s no way an explorer, much less a choir, could stand here now. Since this picture was taken the roof has collapsed onto the loft.
I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
The green-tinted skylight makes this a bright green corridor, the lower of the two skyways connecting the two workhouses.
A panorama of the Shipping/Receiving building on the northeast end of the block. In the old days this would be facing the ‘Dry Dock Hotel’, a boarding house owned by the company, presumably for the use of the men having their boats repaired here.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
The brick substation and the wooden storage shed are the last two structures from The Milwaukee Road’s operations at Loweth.
Mushroom pillars hold up the dreams of so many, the profits of so few.
Although the caves deviated little in their year-round temperature, it was common to use blocks of ice to cool beer immediately before shipment. This is the ruins of the ice chute.