One of the early automated painting booths in the paint plant line.
Around the corner from the old boiler room.
One of the three ovens where the powder would be heater to over 2000 degrees… hot enough to fuse iron, but not hot enough to liquify it.
When the building switched souls from booze to bread, these contraptions were mounted across the brewhouse floors… they’re not for hops, either.
Shadows of the skylights form a backdrop for rust-welded machines.
An antique clothes dryer and sample inline 4 engine, the latter used as a training piece after WWII to retrain veterans.
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
A huge steam pipe snakes between catwalks, through the floors, and toward the condensers, so the water could be recovered and reused.