A blue chair in a blue room
Sheet metal over the windows. A red boot sole in the tumbleweeds. Is it inside, or outside?
A green chair in a green room.
This little curled yellow thing is one of the last hints that this adobe building was lived in.
The curtain closes officially when the walls crack under the weight of winter snow.
Who knew that wallpaper could stick to dirt so well?
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
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…
This is my favorite wallpaper in the whole hotel.
The walls are separating on the adobe house…
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.
Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?
“Any luck today?” followed by, “No, you?”