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.
Just a couple guys enjoying an industrial ruin.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
Standing next to the now-demolished records room.
This picture tells half the story about the size of half of the complex. For Port Arthur, it’s average, but this would be a fantastically large elevator if it were anywhere else!
One of my favorite images from my stay… Note the snowed-over road in the distance! This is looking toward Animas Forks.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
This floor of the workhouse had corkscrew conveyors–big augers–in the floor to move material around. Most of the walls that were metal were missing, leaving the concrete structure and open doors.
Postcards and snapshots in a high elevator office.