Stills with Carson Baldiviez
I remember family bike trips to Kennecott when I was a kid. The only thing on my mind was how much I hated biking. I couldn't care less about some abandoned 14-story brick red behemoth. Just sitting there holding strong for 100 years was no big deal to me. S’mores and hot dogs couldn’t come any sooner. Same old buildings, same old town. A childish mind immune to the bigger picture. Looking back at old photos and reminiscing gave me the idea to head back in 2016. I explored with a different perspective, a new view on the place.
You see photos of Kennecott time and time again, but being there is just different. I explored each level of that old building, learning and feeling the energy like a kid in a candy store. Still stocked full with machinery, the smell of oil made it feel like it was running just yesterday . I came across this view on a whim, peeking through the bushes on one of the few old mountain roads. As I pushed the branches out of the way I knew I was seeing the mine in a new light.