Saturday, October 29, 2011

Windows to a Bygone Era

Looking through windows to a bygone era, I am reminded of a quote found on the front of  the Bannack guide.

"The roads and boardwalks are deserted.  The doors sway in the wind.  There are no children laughing and adults gossiping.  The gold rush is long over.

It is but a memory left in old dusty journals.  With nightfall the spirits return to tell their tales." - Sue Kaiser

Last week we stopped in Bannack and I took a short walk.  I was mesmerized at what I saw.  I would truly have loved to have spent more time in this preserved ghost town.  This town where I would love to listen to the walls if in deed they could talk.

In the early 1900's the original "Governor's Mansion" (a one room log cabin) burnt down.  Some of the logs were salvaged and were used to build a sod house behind this red roofed cabin.  This was also the location of the "Governor's Mansion".

While I was walking back to the pick up a gust of wind began to blow.  The golden leaves of fall began to rain down. I was fortunate to have just snapped a shot capturing the wind-dancers. 


  1. I always love how you tell us a story with your pictures. It's like a mini vacation when I read your blog! And, like you, I would love to listen to these walls...

  2. Thank you Deb. I have been working to use my pictures in partnership with my writing. I am also trying to take shots that capture the story. Big dreams huh. I appreciate the encouragement, some days I question so much.

  3. Your photos just become lovelier. What a beautiful place is is. My husband and I spend a morning in a ghost town in southwest CO one vacation while I sketched. It was a special time I won't forget. Just as you said, I loved imagining the people there, talking, laughing, living! That final photo is like the recent poem I wrote-glad you caught the dancing leaves.

  4. Lovely pictures-Lovely words. You just made my day!

    Wyatt's Mom

  5. I LOVE ghost towns! My imagination positively soars! Growing up, our family scoured the haunts of Montana. And I was fortunate to marry a man who loved them as much as I do, so the tradition continues . . . Thank you so much for sharing!


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