From a distance (here, Union Yards), you can still see ARMOUR spelled out on the smokestack in white brick.
On the extended engine bay…
One thing that struck me as a midwesterner in the South was the vines. They seem to be able to completely cover a building when left alone for a few decades.
Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
What you see is not a crack in the floor, but a long vine extending ten feet onto the shop floor, as if reaching in to escape the wind and rain.
The rails that used to go to the back of the complex are long gone, but the ties are still in the back of the parking lot.
These concrete blocks were formed to be solid mounts for machinery. All the metal was scrapped in the late 1990s, leaving these modern ruins. Seagulls love them.
The generator room was state of the art when it was installed, allowing the complex to use motors and electric lighting ahead of its competitors.
In the corner of most of the factory floors, freight elevators flanked restrooms to leave more central space for machines and their masters.