2005. Looking across the Mississippi from a park the night after the first snow.
The Eureka Mill, historically known as Sunnyside Mill, is now the gateway to Animas Forks.
At night the city lights blast through the broken windows, casting crazy colors through the off-white interior of the mill.
The first 800 or so feet of the tunnel is finished with reinforced concrete. The test is raw stone. This is the spot where it switches. Side note: nailing this shot on film is one of my proudest light-painted moments.
Preparing to drive up the narrow road into Picayune Gulch, which was barely wide enough for my SUV.
Approaching the tunnel I heard about for so long…
That floor isn’t dirt–it’s old rotting grain that’s formed into a sort of moldy mud.
Presumably, in a nuclear blast the antenna would be blown flat and pop back up, allowing communication even after a near-direct hit.