Back in 2006 and 2007, I could often be found prowling around what was soon to become Hopworks Urban Brewery looking for a picture. Things were still under construction and that’s how I liked it. Every time a wall was torn down, new relics from the building’s past life were revealed. And every time Christian and crew built something new, my imagination ran wild trying to imagine what this place was going to look like when it was complete.
So today, I was photographing some of the fellows bottling 22-ounce HUB Deluxe Organic Ale when I realized we were just feet away from the spot I’d come across some old bottles, tucked in a cubbyhole, that had once been filled with 11 ounces of fine generic beer. I wondered today about that guy who knocked back those 11-ouncers and gently placed the empties in that nook. Would he recognize the place? Would he be enamored with or offended by the shift in beer quality in that space? Would he prefer a couple 11-ounce generics or a 22-ounce organic? These are the things I ponder while I work.
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