A little cloud passes over the Five-Stack powerplant ruins, like a puff of smoke.
The rust garden’s brick centerpiece contrasts the muted winter Kentucky palette.
The ice around the dock, compressed by the waves, was less clear than the open ice.
One night, I camped behind the sugar mill. You can tell be the clouds that a cold front was moving out—it was a hot day.
These houses were built for the use of the lighthouse keepers in 1913 (left) and 1916 (right). The second house was added when the entry added a fourth light and required a second rotation. Today, there are no unbroken windows in either building.
Early bird catches the shadow of Battle Mountain blaring across the ghost town.
In what used to be a hallway under what used to be a skyway, each with what had conveyor belts for the grain that once was stored here. The fog doesn’t change.
“Paint the fence,” they said, but I don’t feel like it… who cares, anyway.