One thing I like about the oppressive globalist-wrought future is the idea of numerically subdividing spaces; my geek side sort of wants to live in a flat that can be sorted by as Dewey Decimal-like code.
The holes were for men to poke reluctant ore with long poles, with the hope that a lucky jab would let the load slide down into the boat below. Now they’re just traps.
A one-of-a-kind installation in Armour’s otherwise gutted engine house.
Looking across the catwalk attache to the elevated control room, in charge of the train dumping part of the operation.
In the upper left of the image you can see where the gas tanks used to be, along with the concentration equipment. Along the bottom you can also see some of the many railroad tracks coming and going from the plant–the ones visible here were incoming tracks that carried in hard coal from the eastern US.
Between the gauges for the power plant boilers and the steam pump flywheels.
Employee lockers near the stage, Service Building.
The rear of the complex shows the more than 100 year old workhouse–still working! I do not know if the tanks are original to the 1901 elevator, but I suspect so.
A printing press in the attic of the Reception Hospital.