Pritchett, Colorado, is one of my favorite small towns. Sitting in the middle of the eastern Colorado plains, there are no stores in Pritchett. In fact, if someone wants to buy a loaf of bread, gallon of gas or a ball point pen, they must drive 16 miles to Springfield. Now, understand that Springfield isn't the Big City-- about the size of York County's Mount Wolf.
Years ago, we traveled the country to show what it's like growing up as a kid in the United States. We talked to and photographed the athletes, musicians, cowboys, skinheads, military. And we stopped in Pritchett to show how small-- very small-- towns worked.
Aside from the schools, where every girl in the high school played volleyball (there were four seniors that year), we showed town life. We had to show that once the sun went down, life pretty much came to a screeching halt.
So we took this four-hour exposure of Pritchett's grain elevators on the flat countryside with the stars providing the only action. What you see are star trails as they move around the North Star. You'll see few lights from cars crossing through town.
Pritchett is one of my favorite places. Quiet, friendly. I'll be returning soon to see how it's changed.
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