This is photograph is from one of my earliest rolls of black and white film. I made it in the spring of 1966 while skiing in Colorado on spring break with a group of graduate students from the University of Wisconsin.
One day we chose not to ski, rather to explore old mining towns. These decrepit old cars from the 1930's were in a back alley in the town of Silver Plume, up the canyon west of Denver.
I imagine them as two old ladies discussing the affairs of the world!
I used this photograph in the book, Fingers Pointing to the Moon.
Because this is made from a tiny print of indifferent quality that I somehow had with me at the time of my 1978 darkroom fire, I am offering it only on 8.5"x11" paper.
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