I love how the past somehow refuses to die, and in this case, it’s a ghost sign showing through a thin wash of paint. How long ago the shop selling remedies closed, you can’t tell. It could have been last week, or a hundred years ago. This area in Tucson Arizona is in the Old Pueblo, an area where History lives with the present. Even the tree throwing a shadow on the sidewalk and the old adobe house, reminding me that nothing lasts forever. Not even the hot sun of that wintry day.
The colors are remarkable against the back drop of that sky. Beautiful.
That sky was intense. It had been raing the day before and in this shot utvwas cold for Tucson. 55 degrees. I think that all created such a blue sky!
what a great find (and you seriously have to join the door blog Susan – adrian and the others would really enjoy your finds – I will send you the link – ok?)
Yes please! And thank you!
just go here and leave a comment and adr. will get back in touch with you.
also, I am going to try and do a “breaking bad” post in the next month – and there is a really fun scene where jesse goes to the okeeffe museum and is talking about her door paintings.
He is like “a door?”
come on “a door?”
it’s so funny
Thanks! Sounds like fun! I ll pop over and leave a comment! 🙂