Whether unearthed by a flash-flood or just tipping under their own weight these cottonwood trees are still alive and we used them to cross the creek. 🙂
Just a reminder to all you California invaders and transplants!
Main Street in Pioche, Nevada at midnight. Pioche was one of the wildest mining camps in the west in the late 1800s. It is said that over 76 people were killed in cold blood and shootouts before anyone died of natural causes. It never gained the notoriety of Tombstone or Dodge City because of how isolated and secluded this part of the country was. They say more people died in the violence that ensued in Pioche than the two other towns combined. There are a variety of ghost stories that locals will tell and I can feel the restlessness of whatever is left and still lurking. The history still lives in the presence. So, I try to capture what I feel through my images. There is an intuition at play in my photography and I hope you can see what I am feeling!