Winter Solstice 1984 Silverton, Colorado

In this high mountain valley our little town is quiet, the souvenir shops are boarded up, closed for the winter, their owners and the tourists gone south down the mountain with the last trains. We won’t see them again until next year when the toot of the whistle and the chuff of the steam engine herald a new season. The deer and the elk have gone below too, followed by the hunters. The…