The bricks are decaying at different rates at this corner, making it especially colorful.
What time is it?
The most derelict of the old bonded warehouses. Note the barrel elevator on the side of it!
This office, as seen from the power plant, administered the bonded warehouses. There used to be a few more of them, according to old maps and postcards.
Camera: Pentax 67.
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.
I would wager that National Mine became the dumping ground for Chain O’ Mines as the company began to fail.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.