The most pointless, beautiful and nuclear-bomb-proof catwalk I’ve been on to date. It goes between two high levels in its own bottom-lit concrete capsule in the center of the tallest, thickest building. Hang on, we’re riding this one out.
Furnace #6; its catwalk and tapway. Note the lever-operated gutter-blockers.
The exterior of the factory is unassuming
Ruined cars abandoned in the generator hall, long after its namesake was scrapped.
The white mark allowed for a manual RPM check on this big steel flywheel on the ground floor. Note how dark the bottom level of the mills is—that’s because all of the equipment is blocking out the light.
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.
Energy conserving window plastic does no good when the doors are all open and the heat’s off.
The building in the foreground–the old control booth–was arsoned in 2009.
Sherman’s history is better than mine. You should read it on Abandoned Online.
You can see why so few products had bright packaging. If the can here was brown, you’d never see it in a dark wood cabinet.