The winch that hauled the sea leg, a decide to unload grain from waiting boats and barges.
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.
Ektar 100/Mamiya 6. Looking out the window a the foundations of the demolished company homes.
Shadows of distant power lines are carried to the concrete by street lights.
A self portrait, from the early 2000s.
When block glass shatters, it looks like ice.
This picture shows the challenges of moving around underground in the base.
Short-stack remains of mounts for rod and ball mills, if I was to bet. The concentrator separated junk rock (tails) from the copper and silver ore, to such a point it could be smelted.
After a short rainfall douses the mill in downtown Fergus Falls, the river next to the brick walls swells and the sounds of water overtakes the echos of the nearby bars. Reflections are on the foundation of the former distribution and rail building.