I’ve been through Fort Sumner, New Mexico, hundreds of times. And never once left the main route through town. So last spring, when I was returning home from a photography weekend with a friend, I did it: I drove down a couple of side streets.

I saw this. And stopped to photograph it.

And heard a very loud argument coming from a nearby house. Maybe you’ve heard this kind of argument – where you can’t quite make out the words, but the emotions are quite clear. Anyway, it seemed like maybe leaving right away was in my best interest, as I didn’t really feel like getting caught up in a gunfight* or anything.

But now I’m intrigued by what else might need photographed…

Fort Sumner, New Mexico
photographed 3.25.2018

*After all, I was in the town where Billy the Kid was killed.