As sun set the car barn underwent a temperature inversion causing a dense fog to rise from the puddles where tracks once where. I opened the Yellowstone-sized doors and watched the bank roll out into downtown Mitchell.
A view of the government presses, with pages of law across the floor covered in footprints.
Looking at the top of the Washburn Crosby elevator from a mirrored window in the Guthrie Theater.
Parking strictly forbidden. A sign in front of Cheratte’s former truck shops.
What I make out to be the dining room or great hall of the castle, as seen through of the side rooms, which appeared to be a very ruined library. Teenager graffiti looks cooler in French.
Shadows of the trees from the materials yard.
The Brown Hotel still stands, but has recently gone out of business again. One of the nice things about historic buildings in New Mexico, though, is things tend to stay around a lot longer than if they were subjected to lots of rain and snow. It will probably be reopened eventually.
The city has taken steps to prevent the curious and the desperate from going into the elevators, including piling rocks against the doors and windows.
The sign that greets visitors to the ghost town of Colmor. Nothing says ‘welcome’ like birdshot.