A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.

A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
Inside the pilot copper concentrator.
Note the wood and rubber wheels on this powder cart.
Note the tiled floor between the bucket conveyors and an old mill.
The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
From the catwalks below the hoisting motor in Shaft No. 1.
A closeup inside the mill’s power room.
I believe this is the push car, meaning it would push the charge in the oven out the opposite side into the train car.
The fantastic Art Deco portico over the main entrance to the concourse.
The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
A closeup of a soon-to-be-scrapped crane pulley.
These machines are at least 100 years old.
Looking through the center of a scrapped generator, its copper long scrapped.
Looking up from the ground floor at the various levels of the sugar mill.
Bits and things in a pile in the corner of the smelter, the unsold chunks of industrial history that didn’t sell at an on-site auction before my visit.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Under the monster and its teeth.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
These steam powered pumps were integral to the cooling of the meat packing plant next door.
This wheel scoops the washings from the sluice room and places it on the tailings conveyor.
A screened water wheel, presumably for rotating the dredge once it lowered its “foot” to pivot in place.
This steel cup on the card would move molten copper to the caster from the furnace.
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.
Steel mine hoists, near the place they worked, wait for scrap prices to justify their final removal from Osceola, Michigan.
The surgical suite was flooding.
A staircase threads between the top floor and the sluices, which are in the middle of the dredge-mill.