A passing cloud almost looks like a puff of smoke from the trimmed smokestack of Consolidated D. In the lower corner you can see a little Stonehenge that someone with a sense of humor and heavy equipment built.
Sunset came fast, and when the good light died inside the Industrial Loft, I walked around the back to find the whole complex glowing.
Mitchell Avenue, the main drag of a ghost town. Traces of asphalt and curbs are barely visible through patches of grass. In the old plan of the town, Mitchell Hotel would be to my direct left in this scene, and about 10 houses would flank this street to the left and right.
The average sugar mill in 1915 consumed about 11,000 acres of sugar beets
The fresh snow makes the whole complex look a lot cleaner than it actually is.
Some of the workings inside the ruins of the Gold Prince Mill are still obvious, such as this steel ore chute over that used to feed a floatation tank.
Camera: Pentax 67.
A sign facing the city on an exterior wall–a sort of motivational poster.
William Duncan built this house for his family in 1879. It has become one of the most popular structures in the ghost town of Animas Forks.