The man behind the curtain watches, but doesn’t say anything. Probably the smartest one in the room.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
The spiral staircase ends in the basement, where two oil tanks (for the lantern) and a freshwater tank (for the Keeper) were stored. The basement consists of two long arched vaults like this.
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.
A burned and rusted control panel in the corner of the new hoist room.
With the maintenance door open you can see the buckets on in the vertical conveyor.
Sarah in Miller Creek Drain.
One of the four fire alarm panels in the power station.
Unloading boats had the option to take on fuel at Taconite Harbor. This building, among other things, pumped fuel to the dock.