I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Rina gets her first hug from an expert.
Not necessarily a children’s room.
My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
A stray cat at hunts mice along the elevator row at Inglis, MB. Film: Fuji FP100C.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.