Uranium City

I am in Uranium City. The soft, white light of dawn is revealing a landscape cloaked in white. The temperature is hovering around -15c. Uranium City is virtually a ghost town. Once a bustling mine town of 5,000, now home to 90 people. Empty streets are lined by lonely houses. Street lights, silent sentinels push back the empty night as I walk. My ears ring with a silence that lies thicker than winter's fresh fallen snow. Once young and vibrant, full of future and promise, much of Uranium City lies abandoned and still.

But, there is still life here. The old elementary school still rings with the laughter and life of children going to school. There are still two classes conducted here. Mining companies continue to scour the landscape in hope. In the meantime, street lights stand vigil, holding back the night.