If there was a problem with the conveyor belt, the grain would go out these chutes.
Here, the concentrated gold (and silver, and zinc, I would guess) would be loaded into trucks bound for the smelter.
Kat’s pretty cool.
A screen above the floor apparently shields workers from the disintegrating building.
Cracked gauges have a certain quality that hearkens to movies, I think. One can imagine the gauges going off the scales before dramatically cracking, throwing glass right at the camera. This damage, however, is unfortunate vandalism.
Small stained panes and orange brick. I had no idea when I took this picture that the colored glass would turn the insides of the mill into a bright aquamarine. It was a beautiful intersection of nature and industry, in the most unintended way.
Looking at the casting floor from the roof. In the distance are the copulas where molten metal was poured.
Spots of yellow gravel mark gold mines with nothing left on the surface. Is this one of the drainage pipes?
An elevator is reflected in the flooded footprint of Spencer & Kellogg. These trains are in storage for the winter.