A chrome boomtown in a red desert. She sings the choruses; the stills tell the rest.
Dusk in a boomtown of chrome water towers and neon saloon fronts. She walks into a saloon full of screens, watches prospectors crowd a table of glowing coins, and looks down into the mine as the big wheel spins.
She rides the coin train through a neon tunnel, sings by the fire at a desert camp, and takes the last chorus on a mountain of gold at sunrise.
116 images from 26 shots, in story order. A gold dot marks the frame that made the cut. Open any image for its prompt.
the boomtown glows awake at dusk: chrome water towers, a gold mine tower and neon saloon fronts on one dusty street
the gold nameplate on her thin chain catches the neon as she breathes
she walks away from the camera down the middle of the street toward the saloon
she leans on the chrome bar and watches the screens stream green light lines
she watches from the stairs as prospectors crowd a glowing table of gold coins
a brass oil lantern breathes a tall green flame on the bar
she looks down into the glowing mine shaft as the big wheel spins above
she sits on a wooden crate beside a signal lamp that glows green on one side and red on the other
she walks along the tracks toward a distant train lit with gold lights
her black hat hangs on a fence post while the horizon holds a steady gold line
she sings the chorus to the lens as gold sparks rain behind her
she sings to the lens in front of the gold wall as it pulses
she sings to the lens inside the cage as the violet neon hums
a long train of mine carts heaped with glowing gold coins rolls through the tunnel
she sings to the lens on the roof of the moving train, her hair in the wind
a chrome cargo drone lands in a cloud of gold dust while she watches from the edge
she reads a long glowing gold ticker tape in her hands, eyes down
a leather pouch of gold coins trembles on a brass scale
she rides a chrome mechanical horse out of town with a group of riders behind her
she sings to the lens by the fire, her hat pushed back and her face lit by the sparks
she sings to the lens on the stage as the gold screen glows behind her
she sings the last chorus line to the lens with joy at sunrise
the boomtown wakes at sunrise with the gold mine tower glowing on the hill
she lowers her white hat so the brim hides her face
she walks away down the main street into the sunrise
