Books in nooks and not getting a look… about the crook with hooks that cooks.
Looking up from the industrial courtyard.
A squat building with a rail scale. Taken between rain showers in late summer, when I seemed to be the only one at White Pine.
This used to be one of the office doors, but it’s been removed (apparently without malcontent) and placed in the shop area.
The stock house tanks were long scrapped for their steel, but what remains gives a sense of what it looked like.
In the ward for the criminally insane, this door was the most-worn. Nail scratches mark the area around the peep hole, the wood is gouged everywhere from thrown chairs and hard kicks, and a ominous blood-colored stain is visible where it dripped in the second inset from the bottom. Aside from the damage, the coloring in this section was very vibrant, though it was probably little reprieve for those who had to work here.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
A mix of brick and stone construction where the stock house meets the cellars. The caves brought well water to the brewery and drained the refuse away, and the various sewer connections are visible here and tell the story of the company’s expansion above.