One of my favorite pictures of the tunnel. I am holding a bike rim and wearing a headlamp. My friend triggered the flash just behind my lower back. The fog is a temperature inversion at the entrance of the tunnel; it was 102 degrees outside of the tunnel and about 50 degrees inside, and humid.
Where the trees are sprouting–below the skyways and criss-crossing pipes–are two sets of railroad tracks that turned through this narrow alleyway through the middle of the production line to drop off raw materials and pick up finished product.
Note the wood and rubber wheels on this powder cart.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Standing between pockets 1 and 2. You brought hearing protection, right?
Just outside of the blast furnace is a series of platforms and catwalks to bring workers to the stoves.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
At the top of the elevator was a distribution room to direct the grain onto conveyor belts below.