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The icehouse door
The bricks on this wall were going in every direction and I am pretty sure that the wall above the left-hand window is about to fall over.
The door to the icehouse was very interesting – it still had pieces of the old cork insulation stuck on it and the wood was nicely weathered.
Out in front, a sign said the place was open 8-5 Monday through Saturday. The condition of the place and a few other clues lead me to believe perhaps the sign is in error. But that’s OK – neither Donna Catterick, my companion on this adventure, or I would have liked stopping to take pictures if there’d been other people around. That’s how we are.
Roswell, New Mexico
photographed 5.10.2014
Leaving may be the best option
I don’t know. It seemed like an OK place to me. It’s not like I spent a bunch of time there chatting up the residents or anything – I was mostly just taking pictures. It seems like the highway signs are pretty anxious for travelers to just keep moving along, though.
Maybe I was lucky to escape.
Tatum, New Mexico
photographed 5.12.2014
East Side 13
Well, there were a lot of things to like in THIS place. That mysterious East Side 13 message on the door, the big wooden spools stored inside, the way that board is cut on each end to have the proper angle, the promise of escape way in the back.
The dogs across the street weren’t too happy that I stopped and looked around, but here’s the deal: they were inside a fenced yard and I wasn’t. We agreed to disagree about my being there, and eventually I left.
Spur’s not a big place – 1200 people, 1.6 square miles. I like it. You’ve seen it before, here on the blog (My favorite building and For safekeeping).
The folks I know in Spur are mighty friendly, so if you’re in the area, stop in and say hello.
Spur, Texas
photographed 3.26.2014




