Part of the grain dust venting system, dislodged from its place above the dumping hatches under the grain cribs.
The beeping never stopped. The robots never slept, not even when they were unplugged. It was a nightmare.
Without a conveyor belt, this tripper seems lost. The job of this machine was simply to take grains from the moving conveyor belt and eject it into the silos via the chutes on the sides. Note all the dust collection venting added to the machine to suck up any explosive grain dust.
A closeup of the old fashioned wood-and-iron flour mill, a little while before they were all scrapped.
Looking out the finishing end of the sintering plant at a network of torched-off catwalks through a maze of rust and asbestos. Paradise.
Looking across the whole milling operation from its dedicated powerhouse stretching across Eagle River.
Rims where bulbs were, light were motors were, stairs were people were.
Looking into the Pool 8 Annex from the original Ogilvie’s elevator.
The approach to Dock 4 is long demolished, so it is only accessible when the lake freezes.