No matter what environmental disasters industry throws at Mother Earth, she will bounce back.
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
Street lights and pavement are some of the obvious signs a town used to be here.
A comrade lights-up where so many workers apparently congregated to do the same.
Boards on the window are like rings on a tree, if you know how to read abandonments.
This gives you a sense for what it looks like to stand on the roof of the main production building at sunset.
Zachary Taylor’s very own Scottish castle, spring-side in the Kentucky backcountry. Boarded and waiting, but in surprisingly good condition, considering the decades. I especially love the tower on the right side of the frame.
The top of the docks are so rotten in places that you can see the lake through the boards. In the foreground you can see the controls for the chutes, which work on a clutch.