A 282 second exposure under the fullest of full moons, at another of Wonder Valley’s hundreds of abandoned homesteader shacks. I went inside with my Protomachines flashlight and coated the walls with red light. The idea of someone living in such a small structure, in such a harsh, remote place . . . it’s beyond comprehension. This achingly lonely place didn’t even have an air conditioner–and it was 90° at midnight.
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