Kenna New Mexico

Soon we were in New Mexico—the land of enchantment.  I thought this was an apt description. Many think the land is dry and desolate. I found lots of interest. For example, the town of Elida a veritable ghost town. I am sorry I thought we did not have time to stop for photos. This was a mistake. There is always time for photos, but sometimes my lovely wife needs convincing. I must admit that I did take photos the last time we were here, but as so often, felt, I could do better. There are always better photos waiting to be discovered We were already 2 days behind schedule so reluctantly we just meandered through town in our care without stopping and enjoying the scenes of dilapidation. They are certainly more interesting than new residential developments that torture you with sameness and rules of uniformity. These looked like army regiments in Sunday going to meeting clothes.

We stopped for 1 photo near Kenna where there was dilapidation I could not resist. This one was holy.  OK, it was holely.

In Roswell I experienced more decay. It was a very modern truck stop with large numbers of cars stopped. But half the urinals were cloaked with plastic as they were not in working order.  There was also a lot of suspicious looking liquid on the floor. I had to stand in it in order to attend to urgent personal business. I was desperate, what else can I say.

Sometimes it seems like the signs of decline–moral, spiritual, and political–are all there. What does it mean? Is this really the grand finale?