Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
The walls are separating on the adobe house…
The curtain closes officially when the walls crack under the weight of winter snow.
A green chair in a green room.
Who knew that wallpaper could stick to dirt so well?
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
“Any luck today?” followed by, “No, you?”
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
Inside the circa-1906 Gustavson House of Animas Forks. I love the texture of the walls in all of the buildings inside of the old miner’s houses.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
A blue chair in a blue room
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?