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.
A closer look at the side of the generator.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
A wide view of the steam pump room, complete with pistons (taken apart for their brass), flywheels (covered in graffiti and rust) and pressure gauges (smashed apart for fun). I guess what I’m trying to say is, I was not disappointed.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
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.
A generator in the power room… steam powered.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
There is a cool old air compressor in the corner of the powerhouse.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
On the Turbine Room floor, one old steam pump still remains, ready to pressurize steam pipes with the hot stuff throughout the car shops and boilers.
This might have been part of the Pioneer Pellet Plant. It looks to be a ball mill, which pulverizes ore by spinning it with thousands of ball bearings.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
Under the monster and its teeth.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
A closeup inside the mill’s power room.
The engine room.
Jet Lowe is my inspiration.