Ranger Taylor Jackson points his shovel to a speck in the blanket of white that covers the ghost town of Bodie, California.
The 100 wooden structures in the middle of nowhere that make up this long-dead community seem pristine. The cloudless March sunlight blasts from above and bounces off the snow’s surface, giving the buildings the angular, distorted shadows of a Surrealist painting. It looks like a mushroom trip is supposed to feel.
