Sherman, Texas' Undercover Cotton Mill (and last cotton gin)
I stumbled across this location completely by luck, starting with a casual browsing of Google Earth, and finally stopping by the location to satisfy my curiosity. I was on my way into Sherman and the location was right off the highway, so I decided to take a peek and see if it was even actually abandoned at all. Once there, I noticed a prominent historical marker at the front of the building. I found this interesting, since the building itself appeared to be built in the 1970's or 80's. I had decided to leave when my bright lights hit the building, I slammed on my brakes and backed up... [i]The door was wide open..? [/i] Sure enough, the invitation was clear. The building beckoned me. It was practically [i]begging[/i] me. The door was being held ajar with a paint bucket after all, what else was I to do but at the very least, take this opportunity to determine if this building was indeed abandoned? It wasn't a choice, it was my duty to do at least that much. I needed to be quick about it. I turned off my car and quickly grabbed my camera. Just a peek. This way I would know if it would be even worth my time to come back later. Quickly and casually, I walked over the threshold, flashlight in hand. "[i]Hello? Anybody here?[/i]" I typically like to make my entrance known if I'm totally unaware of what to expect. An old hiking habit that seems prudent in many types of unknowns in order to alert potential threats that could be caught off guard, be it animals, snakes, or one of the more human variety. In this case, I had a strong suspicion, but was not even certain that this place [i]was[/i] abandoned. Nothing but silence. I grew more and more exited with each passing step. Once inside, a single set of stairs greeted me, facing front and center. Flashlight in hand, I started up the stairs and turned on my flashlight. I did a quick sweep, not yet aware of the incredibly massive coverage of its real estate (this building takes up almost one full city block all by itself). The front part of the building gave the appearance of a typical, nondescript office structure, complete with a reception area, still painted with a distinctively 70's burnt orange paint job all the way down to the built-in desktops situated above the staircase. I didn't have much time right then, but I knew that I would be back before the sun came up. The following album is from the wee hours of that morning, when I did, indeed, return. Enjoy!