A hole in one of the boards casts the inverse image of a tree outside across a peeling sanatorium wall.
This is what the complex looks like today to the bare eye. Dull, monochrome, quiet.
A high-ceilinged room where kegs would be delivered for cleaning, before they were refilled with fresh booze.
Sometime soon, maybe in early 2016, someone will have this view from their office or condo.
I love the texture of the rust through the decaying yellow paint.
The wrought iron staircase for what was the Consumer’s Brewery Brew House, as indicated by very fine cast landings with the company logo. The staircase is in bad condition; someone had run a forklift or something similar into the bottom in addition to copious vandalism and water damage. Holes in the floor, like in the upper-right corner indicate where stainless steel kettles used to be before they were scrapped.
From the bottom of the skyway I looked back, my eyes tracing the vines from the marsh up the smokestacks to the perfect Midwestern sky.
On the top floor of the former casket building is the finishing line for the coating section; on this section the final spray of plastic would hit the wood before a small furnace would seal the plastic permanently to the surface, making it more resilient, I assume.