Leave Nothing But Footprints? C’mon, guys. PIck up to trash. Related Similar Images ...based on the tags: ferns, film, graffiti, quarantine... Kat dancing down the trestle, which is one of the highest in the state, standing about 100 feet over the road. Mamiya 6/Portra 160 Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. A ghost town near Martinsdale, where the market (pictured) served as the train stop. At an abandoned train repair shop. A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same. My friends know that redheads are my greatest weakness. Old parts catalogs litter the floor. The office overlooks empty shelves. Graffiti glue peeling paint in place. I like to imagine this as an old-timey radio microphone. A wide view of the hallway behind the small performance space, covered in hundreds of names, aphorisms, and acts that walked up the stairs to the right and onto the small stage. Go on and jump in, if you want, there’s even a ladder to climb out.