This mean-looking thing had a purpose, probably, but that function has been lost to decades of expansion.
Equipment that did not sell at auction.
The Engine House’s boiler, which would have been fired all day all day, virtually from the day the shop opened until the day it closed.
Tucked-into the side of the concentration mill… these machines were meant to crush underground rock into a fine dust for mineral extraction.
Park Insurance Agency is no longer in business, nor would you be able to dial that phone number.
I really like the porcelain guides for the silk threads, probably used because they could be polished for perfect, persistent, smoothness.
The working end of the blast furnace, where molten metal would flow like lava out of the furnace… a process called ‘tapping’.
The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.