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.
Standing on a caustic tank with my head out a roof hatch, I look at the sign of the last brand to be produced here.
Smashed TVs and stone foundations in a former common room in the basement.
What you see is not a crack in the floor, but a long vine extending ten feet onto the shop floor, as if reaching in to escape the wind and rain.
“To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery. The revery alone will do, If bees are few.” ― Emily Dickinson
An orphan culvert and camper, both tossed aside where nobody that will see will care.
The office building was fancy compared to the utilitarian factory behind it. My favorite part was the logo crown.
Looking through the an access panel at the hoist room for Shaft No. 3. The cable had long ago been scrapped, along with the motors to drive the pulleys. I still admire the workmanship on the spool’s arching metal shell.