A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.
A filter to separate the sliced beets from boiling water.
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.
The tops of the coke stoves.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
Looking down a manlift on the ore dock side of the elevator. It’s a belt-less belt-o-vator!