A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Although most of the buildings were open and empty, a few carried signs.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
A different kind of tree fort.
A facade that tells the story of demolition and neglect. The sign on the garage door indicates that if one finds themselves there, that they enter the buildings at their own risk. If only property owners in the US took this philosophy!
A sunset shot of the Western Cable Railroad depot in the middle of the Lemp brewery complex, with the malting house in the background. Western used to have an exclusive shipping contract with Lemp.
These buildings were largely used as concentrators for the crushed rock, although I did spy some small mills inside these too.
This volume gauge could be read from 30 feet away, which is useful when the control panels and valves are that far away.
From my archives–the NorShor as an innocent gentleman’s club, called ‘the NorShor Experience’.