As cities grew across America, roads were moved or re-routed, often displacing whole towns and economies. The demand for efficiency and a network of interstate highways has left a the broken bones of buildings and the craggy spines of two-lane highways behind the blurry traffic of billboards and cars.
Amid the weeds and trees, hidden in "dead-end" areas of America are places like, Glenrio. Positioned quietly on the border of Texas and New Mexico, this place whispers rather than yells. Lost to time and the world, the town's hotel signs creak in the winter breeze, sadly beckoning travelers who never venture into town. It's scant homes and cafes are littered with the items of life, abandoned suddenly, as if some spaceship abducted every man, woman and child and vanished into the ether.
A photograph hardly does justice to a place, but maybe that's all we'll have to describe our world in the future.
Leaning against a wooden post, I notice that termites are undermining the wood at the base of the building.
Robert Padilla - website