Somewhere in Eastern NM along a road such as this…
Road to this mysterious place. –©photo C. Hunt
…not too far off the ATSF (now BNSF) tracks between Roswell and Fort Sumner, I spied a building sitting off the road all by itself.
This had to by investigated. After all, I was all alone–just me and a few cool breezes coming off the approaching thunderstorm. –©photo by C. Hunt
I spent about an hour with this lonely building one beautiful day in the August of 1996 and many pictures. The building was serving as, at least in part, a place of worship. Hymnals were stacked about the place. Outside, I had the perfect conditions for taking some pictures and exploring a bit–mild, sunny, breezy with a thunderstorm on the horizon to give the sky an interesting texture.
Note thunderstorm in the distance.– ©photo by C. Hunt
To be honest, I am not exactly sure where I took these photos, but I think I was close to Fort Sumner. Oddly enough, I’m not sure I’d share if I did. I want the mystery of this place to remain.
View from inside. The door was open. –©photo by C. Hunt
Interior. –©photo by C. Hunt
But I did not feel alone. Now this may end up sounding a little like an excerpt from John Mulhouse’s excellent work entitled, A Loss for Words & Other Stories, but I didn’t feel quite alone–not watched per say, but just not totally alone.
It was then that I began to read the strange inscription on the blackboard. As I recall, the message had substance but wondered a bit. It was a stream of conscienceness. I wish you could read it, but the photo is not quite clear enough.
Blackboard in interior. –©photo by C. Hunt
Sunshine, the sound of wind, a distant rumbling of thunder and not a soul on the planet except just me and the spiritual residual of the person who wrote this–not even any cars on the nearby highway.
It was a bit haunting, but I didn’t feel a rush to leave. I took dozens of photos of this remarkable place and worked very hard to leave no trace of my being there. I didn’t want to have any part in changing this mysterious place, this mysterious moment.
–©photo by C. Hunt
I drove away out into the lonesomeness of the New Mexico highway, carrying just a little of this place inside of me somehow.
If you know where this is, don’t comment but send me an e-mail at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Note: I recommend John Mulhouse’s excellent work entitled, A Loss for Words & Other Stories. To me, it is best described as an eclectic art museum where the paintings are painted with words–some on large canvases, some are tiny. But many of them will somehow affect you like a provocative painting. I also strongly recommend his wonderful website — City of Dust.