This building, which once housed a general store and post office serving the aptly named community of Remote, has been shut down since the death of its owner in1993. Of the many photographs I made in its cluttered and crumbling rooms, this one best characterizes the mood of the place. Time is slowly eating away at the work of man here – spiders spin their webs, dust and mold and decay cover the walls, floors, and furnishings. In this image, we can see nature slowly taking over. In a final touch of irony, the pattern on the drape mirrors the leaves pressing on the window.