Sprays of water kept the muddy mixture flowing across the sluices, which filtered out gold particles from gravel and dirty.
Moon of M.R. 5-22-1985. Brick Graffiti Series.
Work never done.
A tunnel connecting the two larger caves in the hill; those that Jacob vented in the rear. The vents are still extant!
A few of the stalls in the older section of the roundhouse, the noon sky peeking in.
Hard to find your seat when it doesn’t know its own name.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.
Part of the 1917 mill that had a little bit of roof left over it–most of this building was open to the sky. The birds loved it, but everything metal was quickly becoming too unstable to walk on.