When I first got to this place, there was something about this breezeway that intimidated me, and I didn’t walk through it. Or even into it, really. I stayed at the front of the building, which parallels a busy frontage road. But I started to get comfortable – all the rooms were open, but there weren’t signs that anyone was living in any of them. Eventually, I walked the front of the building, then the side, and partway down the back. And then, I got very nervous and was more than happy to cut through the breezeway to get back to what felt like the safer side of the place.
But, no matter how nervous I was, I still stopped and got a couple of photos. I’m a photographer, dammit, and that’s what I do.
what’s left of the Days Inn