Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
This building looked like some sort of office.
The grand staircase with little balconies leaning over it. All the stone stairs are broken and graffiti marks every wall.
A shipment board for customers that may or may not exist anymore. Let’s assume any of the products made here are probably on backorder.
A small stage in one of the barracks.
This corner of the building was the coal room, used to feed the two big boilers inside. The steam equipment has been replaced with electric, so this section may not have changed much in the past decades.
The main stage and the retired (and in this instance, scrambled) marquee that will be repaired and reinstalled above Superior Street. A former manager of the building I used to photograph Nopeming with told me that the letters for the Art Deco tower are stored somewhere in the NorShor to this day, but I did not see them (and frankly, I doubt it).
The end of the new elevator. Line of bird droppings follow the fire sprinkler pipes and wires in the room.
In an era where smoking was ubiquitous and sexy, smoking stations had to be a part of the job, even at an explosives factory.