Gold, which has a relatively high mass, would drop through the slats of the sluice boxes as the water flowed over them. Around the dredge were a half dozen radiator pipes to keep the water flowing through the machines.
It seemed the only way to get a view of the room was to climb above the mounds of rotting donations, now not even fit to burn.
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.
The last batch of molded metal stuck in the chute, this metallurgical furnace was falling apart brick by disintegrating brick b the time I got to it. On the upper floors there is a sophisticated network of vents and chimneys to make these little furnaces as hot as possible.
Observing War City in the midst of an electric storm. This photo is lit almost entirely by lightning.
Blue plastic siding filters the summer sun, giving the otherwise reddish-brown interior a splash of color.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.
In the Lime House, the sunset picked-up the last light of day to make this image. Lime is used in the beet sugar refinement process to reduce the acidity of the beet juice mixture.
The Comm Room’s portals once supported many more conduits.