I am interested in the tension between the natural and technological sublime among silver-mining ruins in the San Juan Mountain Range. While the landscape was traditionally known as being the portal to the sublime, I am most interested in the scars left by of the mining industry, how they intersect nature and what kind of meaning and stories those ruins possess. Mine shafts, buildings and roads which were once a sign of strength, progress and fortune appear vulnerable, fragile and animate in the violent, unforgiving landscape.
The images are rendered with the detail and veracity which set photography apart from other mediums in the late 19th century. Wet plate collodion process is only sensitive to blue and ultraviolet wavelengths, a quality which seems to reorder the values of the subject matter. Beauty and ugliness, living and dead seem to be less objective but more fluid through the lens of this process. So while the ruins mark the end of an industry, they twinkle in the dust like precious gems.