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but treasures slowly fade
I have a thing for houses that have fallen so far down that I can see all the way through them. I’m not sure why, don’t know where this came from, but you can count on me to give a careful side-eye to every ramshackle house I go by just in case it’s got The View.
And in a shadow of a dead branch, and really, there’s not much else I could even hope for.
Bellview, New Mexico
photographed 8.31.2025
fire/investigation
A house had burnt down. The only part still completely standing was the chimney, which was how I noticed the place initially. There was a fence but the gate was open, which I took as an invitation to pull off the road and have a look around.
On the south side of the house, away from the road, was a debris field. I saw an oven, a ladle, about a million nails, chunks of melted glass, ashes, bundles of burnt wire, and two cans of paint. There were photographs waiting to made everywhere I looked, and I did what I could to get them all.
near Milnesand, New Mexico
photographed 8.17.2025
one-half mile
The cemetery was about knee-high in weeds and it’s both snake territory and snake season, so I didn’t walk around. But from what I could see, the number of headstones on the sign is roughly equivalent to the number of graves in the cemetery.
Fun fact: the town and the town’s cemetery are spelled differently.
Roosevelt County, New Mexico
photographed 8.17.2025




