A bank of vertical filing cabinets, probably dating to National Guard days.
When boiling beet juice accidentally spills from the gas-fired tanks two feet away, you better be wearing some of these, or bye-bye legs.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.
Looking down the kiln line from atop the furnaces.
In the soft wood of the machine, an employee left their mark.
On the left is the broken glass room that contains the controls for the cable spool, now gone, that sat in the metal shell on the right. The stairs led down to the hoisting engine itself. You can make out the slits where the cable ran up to the headframe tower through the gaping archway.