Trust me to force my mom to drive down stretches of highway to check out dilapidated barns and houses made of piled stone. It’s become a tradition for us whenever I head down south to visit my parents. There is no shortage of oddities around Arizona, that’s for sure; most of my favourite places are those that time forgot.
The man who owned this property (and the most amazing rock house on the top of a hill) drove down to tell us to feel free to wander around the space as much as we wanted – then he’s adorable little dog jumped out of the window of his truck to generously let me pet it. Most of the time when I’m trespassing, I assume I’m going to be shot rather than implored to explore so this was a refreshing encounter.
I’m looking forward to heading back to Arizona next month if only just to wear these velvet boots more. The climate in Edmonton is not conducive to a velvet footwear wardrobe which I own disproportionate amount of. I can’t seem to say no to such a luxurious fabric even if I’m left waiting till summer for their glory days.
Photographs – Audrey Karpetz