Photos of towns that have died

There is always a look of sadness about ghost towns. Wind whips around every corner carrying bits of trash and tumbleweeds. Old doors hang on their hinges and the wind creaks loose boards. You can almost hear the long lost occupant's voices. I still have memories of the days I spent living my boyhood in one particular ghost town. When I die and all the others die that have lived their lives there, what will be left?
I know an occasional visitor will come by and look at the bare, weather beaten boards and the bits of history laying in the dirt and say "I wish these old boards could speak." Another century passes and the town where I lived will go back to the wilderness. I believe that it is only right that it does. After all, when the town came into being,it didn't want us there or need us. When I go back to my little ghost town where I grew up,I am made aware that the wilderness is taking it back. It was an oil camp. The land was raped. Oil was taken from the ground like it's life blood. It was polluted with chemicals and torn by pipelines. Whole species died or left. Now they are slowly coming back. There is no drinking water there. Sometimes I am thankful for that because no one will move back with out water.I still have my memories of the small town that I grew up in. That is all I need.