My favorite of the turtles in the basement mural. Mr. Fade Out.
I slid into the mill through the top floor, near where the rock-grinding ball mills were left to rust. I look around, taking in the most intact gold mill I’ve ever explored. Movement attracted my eye to the ceiling, where I found something staring back, a raven was observing me with some interest. It had been a while since I have brushed up on the folklore and mythology, but I took it as a good sign. Leica/Summilux 35/Ektar 100
Not necessarily a children’s room.
“Any luck today?” followed by, “No, you?”
A stray cat at hunts mice along the elevator row at Inglis, MB. Film: Fuji FP100C.
The zebras had the right idea when they saw the pink beds–run.
When you watch TV from the jars, it seems so much more real, they tell me.
Fall fog swept up from the river valley, making the building look more like it felt–a ghost, out of time and place.