No ambiguity here… miners, check in at this office.
The warped floors caught my eye in this room too–a symptom of turning off heat and not patching a leaking roof in the midwest.
After a religious conversion from actors to projectors, a rebranding was in order.
My favorite shot of 2011; a rusty mold for a heart-shaped glass candy dish in its natural environment, so to speak.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
One of the older buildings on the site, this is an old power house that provided electricity to the plant. I spent some time walking around it and believe it was fired with coal gas but had a diesel backup installed later.
These machines circulated water through the powder from the ball mills. Gold and silver is heavier than gravel, so it sinks while the junk rock floats.
A little sheet metal box somehow made it back home.