I was squatting overnight in one of the buildings and woke up with the sunrise. This is what I woke up to.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
Much of the circa-1950s buildings remain with few alterations, such as these long boring sheet metal ruststicks.
Sidewalks to a boarded barracks, each making the other obsolete in the night.
Goop and slop slip to drop in the shame drain.
Science Alert. When the sun strikes an object, that object absorbs some of the infared light in the form of heat. The heat absorbed by the old Soo dock absorbed and radiated that energy to melt off the snow from the ice around it, making it very reflective.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
A side view of the oven pusher from the ground. The tallest coal bunker looks tiny in the distance, though on the scale of the factory it’s practically on top of me as I’m taking the picture.
Some of the ruins are way off the beaten path… foundations of tank stands and pillars of buildings that never had walls or roofs.