One of the great mysteries that I encounter every time I peek through a dirty window into an abandoned business is what sorts of things were left behind.

A spatula, this time. And a heat lamp.

Did someone intend to come back and get the rest of their things? Or did they just say fuck it and walk away from their failed business, hoping that maybe on another day in another town, they’d get a new spatula.

Floydada, Texas
photographed 3.25.2017