During a recent tour of Donovan Mill in Gold Hill, Nevada for a newspaper article on the historic mineral processing plant, I heard a disembodied voice say, “Hello!” While there, I took about one hundred photographs of the place.
In this one frame, jus’ beyond the large cyanide vats on the second floor, I captured this image. It is tucked back in a dark corner and can only truly be seen when enhanced from color to black and white and by playing with the contrast.
What the hell is it?
A case of pareidolia?
Paranormal entity?
What do you think?
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