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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.
To know what these walls had seen would have probably kept me out. The unease of being in such a bizarre place began to set in. My pounding heart signaled it was time to go. As I walk back to the truck, the wind whistles through the trees—as if to warn that some dark soul was coming home to roost.

I am the uninvited.

Into the Gila: Squatter’s Paradise II

I am the Uninvited.



Sometimes you stumble upon places you don’t belong. Not every place evokes warm feelings or imprints fond memories. Dark bits of the past have been scattered across the backcountry like ashes. Sometimes we are lucky enough to stumble upon these lost treasures and go back in time. We must respect these places, take nothing more than the experience and move along.


Nestled deep in the woods, a crumbling shanty would provide a glimpse into a seemingly dark past. While approaching the front door I shout “Hello!” and wait for a response. In my imagination, this is when the inhabitant watches quietly through the site of his rifle; or worse—waits quietly in the backseat of my truck. Of course there is no response, the last person that had stepped foot in this house was probably dead.

Clawing through a tangle of spider webs at the door, my eyes fought to gain focus of the dim interior. Through the broken roof, streams of light interrupt the darkness to reveal the remnants of Squatters Paradise.