Full Service- Tierra Amarilla
The blanket of snow and dead silence provided a tranquil scene among the broken rafters and cracked walls. The roof must have caved in before the owner was ready to call it quits. Car parts and hardware still sat on the workbenches frozen in time, abandoned before service tickets could be scribed. While the place had been ransacked by animals and hooligans, tools still hung from the peg boards. As I crept between the engine blocks and ruins, I couldn’t help but imagine what the place felt like when it was alive.