I have memories of a jingle playing on the radio. “You’ll enjoy the best in heating... when you heat your home with only Moffat Premium Anthracite.” I heard it repeatedly by kids singing it for fun.
Moffat Coal has Ephemerals
I was a ghost passing through
Scale of Power
The metal piece in the center seems like a giant ruler and I get a sense of power while photographing. Thus, the measurement.
Over the Mountain is a Trail Leading to a Hidden Ruin
It was a magical place with a train car with trees growing through the floor. When asking others if they knew about the train ruins, nobody did.
Smoked Beef Bones for Dogs One femur weighed ten pounds and his pitbull devoured it in 15 mins in the back of his car.
LL Bean Looks Enviously at Scranton Shoes Found in the Salvation Army in Scranton, I fell in love with these shoes.
Sweet teens hanging at the firehouse. They had no interest in coal.
After Forty Years a Haircut, Two Years Ago
When commenting on his hair, he said, up until two years ago, he hadn’t cut it for forty years. Curious how fast his hair grows.
Two Teens and One Rapper
John introduced himself as a rapper and proceeded to sing his sad rap. His friends covered their ears.
I'm a Rapper Named John
His friends left when he rapped.
Melting at the Auction
People cherish their dogs and open up to talk.
In 94 Years, Phil Worked in Seven Mines
Phil had a large blue scar on his forehead from being thrown against the wall in the mine. He said that they didn’t clean wounds as good as today. It looked like a blue tree.
Chewing Tobacco to Spit Coal Dust
Virgin Mary on One Arm, 666 on the Other
We chew to spit coal dust.
Ashes Get Trucked Down from the Electric Plant
Culm Dumps No Longer Burning
He knew about culm, but said almost nothing.
The Only Woman
There was a facility with a sign that said “Trump Digs Coal” A massive truck appeared that was driven by a woman. I was drawn to her Chevrolet tattoo on one arm and the large oval-shaped scar on the other.
Trump Digs Coal
Although he never came through
After this, coal went to a breaker, which broke it into different sizes. There are no more breaker boys; it’s sorted by machines.
Fifteen Cats and One Cigarette
Migrated from Badlands, Philadelphia
A Dollar to Wash
Rinsed with Squirt Guns
Fist Pump After the Car Wash
Post Industrial Revolution
Lack of Trust
Randy Converts Rat Bikes
to run on gas
I Make Rat Bikes that Run on Gas
Engineer mind who reconstructs bikes into motorbikes.