Broken Hills
by Deon Reynolds
The day was drawing to an end. We had just pulled off the pavement looking for a place to call home for the night. The map indicated a ghost town just 12 miles down a gravel track. We were heading into the Broken Hills just north of Gabbs. Traveling no more than a couple of miles we ran across this lone grave, in what felt like the middle of nowhere. There was no tombstone or marker of any kind, just an ornate iron fence marking the spot. It really made me think. Who was this? And what's the story behind this place? This is one of the many reasons I love the Great Basin so much, you never know what's around the next bend, and it's going to make you think.
I shoot these black and white panoramas with a disposable Kodak panorama camera. The first thing I do is tear off the cardboard cover, pry open the camera, and pull out the color print film. Using a fine file I distort the frame inside. Then I load it with Tri-X black and white film. Some of my disposables have had over a hundred rolls of film through them.
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