This steel cup on the card would move molten copper to the caster from the furnace.
A wide view of the poor house. Look at the smokestack and elevator shaft, which show the former roofline.
A snapshot showing the staircase and catwalks in the middle of the boiler room.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.
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.
As my friend Jonathan would say, “on a human scale.”
Two small generators connected to a Frick steam engine.
Stained windows and sheet metal catch the sunset from across the Ohio River.