Mountain Town Serenity
Striving mightily for new notoriety and relevance.
Bright light from Key Suites, Main Street, Helper, Utah, glows through floor to ceiling windows, neon sign reigniting distant memories.
Grimy miners roaming the street below, lively and loud cafes, restaurants, and bars, bustling hotels with brothels upstairs. An eclectic crew crawling through deep mines of coal, copper, uranium and about anything the industrialists would pay for. Assyrians, Italians, Greeks and Hispanics, collectively exploring, consorting, searching, picking and shoveling for a better existence for their family and friends. Railroad barons tapping the valley, running rails to it and through it bringing new commerce and shenanigans among the miners and union organizers. Boomtimes, changing times, gritty Main Street calms down, becomes a living ghost town.
Downtown now lined with galleries, shops and salons, historic buildings, some filled with art and artifacts, some in disrepair, others under repair, their preservation underway. Soaring slate grey mountains and sheer cliffs surround the town, framing it in natural grace, propping up brilliant blue morning skies and an undiluted night sky filled with stars, bright and alive. Small town serenity prevails and swirls around Main Street, stirring memories, creating new experiences, striving mightily for a new notoriety and relevance.
I love this one Rich, along with the photos. Thank you for sharing your wonderful work.
Good one!