It seems logical that, at one time, a rock crusher was installed at the base of the mine rails shown here at the top of the Concentrator. Rocks small enough to fit between the rails would automatically bypass the crusher and continue to the work floor via the hopper below.
I am sure even the workers had trouble remembering which pillar hid the phone. Note the “ON” written on the electrical socket, too.
Some sort of materials handling building, judging by the construction.
A sign of where man met machine.
The last wooden school chair survives—almost intact—by being jammed between a pipe and the ceiling of the boiler room.
A big door into the fire pump room.
One of the many small treasures hiding in the mill…
At noon, the lower skylights around the shops glow yellow-green, thanks to the flora blooming on the roof above.