The old mining town of Leadfield is a classic story of boom, bust, and swindle. The story goes that the original claim was promoted by C.C. Julian in 1925, who claimed to have found abundant veins of lead and other minerals in the desert mountains. Promotional posters showed steamboats making their way up the Armagosa River, which is, in reality, usually dry and flows nowhere near Leadfield. A road was built into the site, and for a time, the town swelled to 300 people and a post office. Within a year, reality set in and everyone left, leaving the town as empty of people as it was of marketable ore. Julian disappeared with his profits. Today the site is reached by a fifteen mile trek up a 4-wheel-drive road. To me, it seemed a beautiful site, with wide sky, great views, and abundant solitude, broken only by the sounds of desert birds, a larger-than-life landscape perfect for a panoramic image stitched together from five regular-sized shots.