Not a fire. Just a very, very old house in Goldfield that is abandoned, slowly falling apart and filled with trash inside. I visit it every time I drive through Goldfield. I am entranced with the structure and the abstract shapes. The fact that it’s somewhat appalling or distasteful never enters my mind. To me, it is a sculpture.
Goldfield was a gold mining town and a HUGE boom town in the first forty or so years of the twentieth century. So, most likely it was a miner who lived there, or someone who served miners.
The Gravel Ghost 
Love it Merilee
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Thank you, Jerry 🙂
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YVW Merilee. Was this remnants of a hose fire?
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Not a fire. Just a very, very old house in Goldfield that is abandoned, slowly falling apart and filled with trash inside. I visit it every time I drive through Goldfield. I am entranced with the structure and the abstract shapes. The fact that it’s somewhat appalling or distasteful never enters my mind. To me, it is a sculpture.
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I agree with you Merilee. I always wonder what dreams once lived in these places. What was the thoughts of the residents back in the day.
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Goldfield was a gold mining town and a HUGE boom town in the first forty or so years of the twentieth century. So, most likely it was a miner who lived there, or someone who served miners.
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Can your imagination take you there, can you see them and hear their thoughts, their pains and joys?
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Absolutely. I don’t need my imagination… I feel it.
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I as well. Thank you for your time and great photo Merilee and you have a wonderful day. 😉
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You, too, Jerry!
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😉
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Amazing shot and looks like it is barely hanging on. Oh the stories it could tell.
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Thank you! And, yes, this particular building emits a lot of interesting energy…
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