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Bodie State Historic Park is a genuine California gold-mining ghost town. Visitors can walk down the deserted streets of a town that once had a population of nearly 10,000 people.

Only a small part of the town survives, preserved in a state of "arrested decay." Interiors remain as they were left and stocked with goods. Designated as a National Historic Site and a State Historic Park in 1962, the remains of Bodie are being preserved in a state of "arrested decay". Today this once thriving mining camp is visited only by tourists, howling winds and deadly winter snows.

This image was photographed looking at the door of one of the town’s wealthier inhabitants. While built of the same wood that the lowliest miners’ homes were constructed, there is an attention to detail here not found in the poorer end of town. I converted the photographic image into this digital painting.

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