Into the Gila: Squatter’s Paradise III

Though no one had occupied this house for some time, I could not help but feel anxious while photographing the ruins. As if with each shutter release, I was stealing a piece of the past.

My eyes rummaged through the rooms. Toothbrushes were neatly placed in their sink side holder. Monopoly money was scattered in a surreal display across the kitchen. On the shelves sat pots, pans and coffee cans. The cupboard backs were collaged with bingo cards, vintage Life Magazine clippings and iconic posters; marking the years like the rings of a tree trunk.


I am the uninvited.