A long exposure under the trestle-like approach to the dock, under which trains still pass regularly.
Spare parts ready for this building’s reactivation.
The top floor of the nitrating house was full of switches and breakers for the operation below, each bearing a label and number. Nowadays everything is printed, but when INAAP was built, all these signs were painted by hand.
Police tape marks were kids got hurt in the past… probably from falling from the unstable catwalk above.
I found a meth lab in this building once. (Yes, I called it in.)
The backdrop has become the pallet for water damage and graffiti.
Ruster at The Pool… employee graffiti about 100 above ground.
A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
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.