Looking from the rail shipping building through pigeon-proofing chicken wire at another manufacturing building in high Fall.
“Against the blue sky, its rusting central silos look like rising smoke meeting the last minutes of a sunset. These give way to a corrugated night sky of blue gray, punched-through with staggered four-pane windows, all glassless.”
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.
Pointing a light at my camera from down Miller Creek Drain. Do you see the scale of it? It’s huge!
Heavy industrial looks good in cotton candy pink.
One of the covered rail loading docks. All of them were overgrown and rust-clad.
Bricks from the demolished buildings.
The gold mine is now a gravel pit.
The laundry building, where many of the tunnels came to an end. It looks very East Coast industrial to me.