This restaurant has shut down. It’s doors are locked, their windows boarded up. Water left its mark on its façade, while a long crack runs through words that once proudly offered air conditioning. There has not been a drink or meal served here in quite a while, in spite of the signs over the twin doors. Yet the territorial architecture of this place speaks of the nature of New Mexico itself. Its portico creates a frame within a frame for my image, and the warmth of the evening light softens the harsh realities that stand before us.