I made this picture to give the reader a sense of the slope between the mine buildings and the base of the concentrator. The whole area was really steep, and sometimes required scrambling to get up and down the Picayune Gulch for short distances.
A classroom, perhaps from the days when the city owned the building.
A familiar scene in Control Tower B, though the microphone has not been used for years.
A furnace control panel, cut off its subordinate before the plant closed, no doubt to be replaced. I like this shot because it shows that many of the smaller machines were engineered by the plant itself.
The end of the dock, done quickly and cheaply with wood. The towers were for lights, so ships could be loaded at all hours.
The world’s biggest paper machine was installed here about a century before this photo was taken. The orange in the windows is the brick building across the street–the new part of the plant.
Between the room with mold sand and the space where the car’s metal bits would be put together, a pillar is marked as structurally vital.
Timbers overlap where mine cars plunged, a strange wooden fence traced the center of the beams.
The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.