A bridge crosses the main street of the village; one that goes nowhere. Ambiguity intended.
A panorama showing the biggest building in Gilman—unless you count the massive mine below as a structure.
On the rooftop of the Temple Opera Block are some old fast food table sets. It did not seem like they had seen much use recently. The tires across the rooftop is a sort of calling card for the building’s former owner.
The side of the administration building. Around the side was a sign instructing potential employees to return on set days and times.
She liked to joke that she was my “tripod sherpa”.
In some places in the mine shops, you can still make out narrow gauge track in the floors.
The modern shaft stands above the north side of Gilman.
One side of the street is demolished. The other is not.
The main gate, as seen in 2005. It hasn’t changed much since then.