A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
An impressive message for graffiti in a Detroit warehouse, but then again look at these steam pumps. Over-built and under-appreciated.
The batch tag specifies some of the technical properties of the silk worked here.
A wounded flour mill, muscled into the corner to keep out of the way.
A machine to cast copper billets.
A closeup inside the mill’s power room.
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.
As the Barker steamed past the dock and island, the sunset casts the shadow of the Taconite Harbor receiving trestle on the boat. Through the fog, you can see some of the islands that were joined into a breakwater.
The end of the heating line allowed glass to cool slowly, and thus be stronger.