Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
The walls are separating on the adobe house…
The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
A blue chair in a blue room
The curtain closes officially when the walls crack under the weight of winter snow.
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
A green chair in a green room.
Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?
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.
Shoes and booze, backstage.
“Any luck today?” followed by, “No, you?”
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.