During the late 1800′s through the mid 1900′s Picher, OK was part of the tri-state mining district and was a boom town full of men and their families who worked in mines across the region. The mineral they were after? Lead … and specifically lead for bullets and weapons. The region has long since been in decline but now due to polluted drinking water and lead in everything across the region, Picher is truly a ghost town. Not much remains except a few buildings here and there that are slowly deteriorating. But even in Picher, in the midst of death and decay, beauty still lurks.
There isn’t much left of Main Street USA in Picher. Most of the building have either collapsed or fallen victim to fire. Now that the water and air have been polluted with high concentrations of lead and cadmium, there just isn’t a need for people to live in the area on a daily basis. However, one last section of commercial buildings still exist and are the lasting legacy of what used to be the center and heartbeat of this small town. Soon, they will be gone as well as an unknown fate awaits all abandon buildings.
As I have wandered through the remains of Picher, you think about the people who once lived there. This pic highlights a building that was much more than a place to visit on Sunday mornings, it was a place to gather, meet, and live life out together for those that called Picher home. I often wonder about the prayers that were uttered in this place as various people slowly succumbed to the silent slow killer of lead poisoning that they probably had no idea was afflicting them. Those stories and moments are difficult to comprehend, especially those that involved the children. But again, life was probably ever present here as well … as well as hope in the moment and beyond.
There is still one landmark that looms over the remains of Picher, the town’s water tower. It still stands tall over the old townsite with abandoned buildings all around it while proudly proclaiming the Picher Gorillas which was the high school mascot. Who would have thought that the very water it held may have been the town’s undoing?
There are a number of scattered houses throughout the Picher area though many have either been physically moved or demolished. It is interesting to stop and imagine what stories each place must hold, who lived there, and what happened to them.
In the end, Picher is a symbol of the spectrum that spans life and death. It was a place of vitality in its heyday, but now stands as a reminder that the source of prosperity can also be the unknowing undoing. Yet, even in the midst of death and decay, new life is springing up through the area. And while humanity has largely be evicted, the natural world is laying claim once again to its domain.




























