And I forget just why I taste / Oh yeah, I guess it makes me smile / I found it hard, it’s hard to find / Oh well, whatever, never mind (Nirvana, “Smells Like Teen Spirit”)
Serve [unknown] Build… What do you think the middle says? Tell me in the comments.
A sheik mustard-yellow paint scheme across the roofless engine house goes great with the industrial moss and rust.
Detail view of one of the fermenting tanks, still set-up for the distillery tours that no doubt took place when there last were such things. Nevertheless, the capacity of this tank multiplied across these all over the distillery floor really shows the power this company once had.
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One of the few windows that escaped steel plating the last time the hospital was sealed tight to let nature roam within.
Group showers in the basement. Most children lived here 10 months out of the year, though some remained year-round.
Looking through the old brewhouse toward the Keg Wash House.
Looking past the hoist room (left) toward Shaft No. 1, behind the concrete head frame built in the late 1940s. This shaft could haul equipment from ground level (below) to shop level, where the picture was taken.