Elizabeth Russell dips a paintbrush into a small dab of white. She gently moves it over to a sheet of paper that she textured with contrasting pink and gray watercolors. After the tip of the brush lightly touches the surface, she drags the bristles in a curve, the white paint leaving the brush behind in a streak on the page, instantly creating the forward part of a dragon’s wing.
Adjacent a busy, Western Kentucky highway, resides a forgotten memory—a true ghost town. Obscured by trees and undergrowth, passersby are scant aware of its existence, let alone its former significance.