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