End of the paint line. After reading Father Action’s excellent-as-always writeup about his adventures here, I was pretty cautious around big spinning alarms. (See http://www.actionsquad.org/fordII1.html)
I didn’t test the rungs, but I bet the view was incredible.
With an office like this, the ones food begins to taste more and more like nachos.
When the dock across the slip loads, the lighting below the otherwise dark ‘5’ can get a little wild.
Demolition crews got a taste of this 5-story power plant and decided to take a month-long smoke break. Here’s the bite.
C’mon and grab your friends… we’ll go to very—rusty lands…
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.
Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?
A line of huge machines wait to be used as parts under a long-disused belt drive.
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.