Instead of photographing the Bodie ghost town bathed in a golden dawn, I chose here to shoot two of its buildings waiting in the shadows as the dawn moves slowly over the mountain towards it. Both the town and the dawn are implied, rather than described. The buildings appear to be huddled together in the darkness, a study in vulnerability. It is both ironic and appropriate that they stand next to a fire shed – a place where the water buckets were kept in case of a blaze. Fire actually wiped out 90 per cent of Bodie in 1932.