Incredible. Great eye. Someone should send a rep from the Smithsonian to this site. No, they’d package it up and disappear it and no one would ever see it.
Was the cafe open? I see the door at the far right of the image. It begs the question.
Thanks. Wonderful image.
This points out the dangers of photography. Tucumcari, where Denny shot the truck, is only 46 miles down the road southwest from Nara Vista on Highway 54, a tiny community where I shot a great, broken-down ancient community bar. But that’s not all of it. Tucumcari is one of the four towns Lowell George of Little Feat sang about in his song, “Willing,” a long while back, when being on the road with your thumb out was finding yourself and long-haul truckers were considered gods in this country. Lowell (who overindulged and died) sang, “I’ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonopah Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made …”. Me? I’ve lived in Tucson, ate a breakfast in Tucumcari, met up with my brother in Tehachapi, and got freaked out by the Clown Motel in Tonopah, Nevada. And now, today, I will be living with all this on my head as I try to rehabilitate myself out of various bad habits, like lusting after a super-wide-angle lens for my camera.
Good lord. I bet there’s a story here.
Incredible. Great eye. Someone should send a rep from the Smithsonian to this site. No, they’d package it up and disappear it and no one would ever see it.
Was the cafe open? I see the door at the far right of the image. It begs the question.
Thanks. Wonderful image.
No cafe. That door is somebody’s home, methinks. Tucumcari is filled with sites like this … but I was too tired. Someday, I’ll go back.
This points out the dangers of photography. Tucumcari, where Denny shot the truck, is only 46 miles down the road southwest from Nara Vista on Highway 54, a tiny community where I shot a great, broken-down ancient community bar. But that’s not all of it. Tucumcari is one of the four towns Lowell George of Little Feat sang about in his song, “Willing,” a long while back, when being on the road with your thumb out was finding yourself and long-haul truckers were considered gods in this country. Lowell (who overindulged and died) sang, “I’ve been from Tucson to Tucumcari, Tehachapi to Tonopah Driven every kind of rig that’s ever been made …”. Me? I’ve lived in Tucson, ate a breakfast in Tucumcari, met up with my brother in Tehachapi, and got freaked out by the Clown Motel in Tonopah, Nevada. And now, today, I will be living with all this on my head as I try to rehabilitate myself out of various bad habits, like lusting after a super-wide-angle lens for my camera.