Photos by Trina and Greg
More from our winter escape last February.
We rumbled southward. Deep into southern Arizona. Aiming for places we hadn't seen. Looking for the warm edge of spring. And finding it. In the tumbled town of Bisbee. Where decay played closely with the ongoing life of this odd little mining town. We skipped the designated tourist spots and wandered the steep streets and steeper sidewalks. Eyes on accidental aesthetics of peeling paint and rusting iron. Peering shyly into the places where people make their homes. Or once did. Surprised by the variety. Mix of old and new. And by the coded communication implied by both confident and crass graffiti.
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