Route 66 running through the Black Mountains, just outside of Kingman, Arizona. Purchase a print.
(and yes, that’s a real lens flare – from the sun!)
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The first thing you notice is the cats. There are some many, and all feral, but not so nervous that they scatter on approach.
No, these cats have seen things. Done things they’re not proud of.
I heard a story about this place. A friend from work misplaced his iPhone, and Find My iPhone placed in here – dead-center in the middle of this abandoned plant.
“Don’t go in there,” a police officer advised him. “Not even we go in there.”
The silly, destructive side of me wants to slip through the fence to get a look. But there’s just enough caution in me to steer clear.
So I walk around a bit, and grab some shots. The caved-in wall. The brick work.
The cats.