The woman in the wall has the bed; is pulling it in; is holding you down…
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.
The walls are separating on the adobe house…
“Any luck today?” followed by, “No, you?”
Shoes and booze, backstage.
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.
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?
Clothing and a guest bed left behind.
Perhaps one side is firmer than the other?
A green chair in a green room.
Who knew that wallpaper could stick to dirt so well?
A blue chair in a blue room
The most patriotic wallpaper I’ve seen.