Ladders crawl the back of the signs. Graffiti writers’ right of passage.
Everything is texture.
Glowing observation windows–and someone forgot to lock a patient’s door…
San Luis may not be a ghost town, but it’s aspiring by all indications. Luckily, it’s close enough to Cuba, NM to hang onto life, unlike the other ghost towns down the road.
Sharks in the floor.
In the distance, the San Haven Sanatorium water tower.
The Clipper was one of the most popular Packards, but its production was cut short by WWII. Had they produced the car instead of Rolls Royce plane engines I imagine there would might be driving a Packard today, rather than a Ford.
This battlement-like tower is the first thing one sees coming to Old Taylor from Frankfort.
A window for light and air pokes above the big arch in the hallway. Most of the interior ceilings were broad brick archways.