The old hotel that stands on the main street of this ghost town draws visiting photographers to its windows in search of a vision of the past. Looking into these windows, one can make out an old pool table, a telephone switchboard, and hotel signage. From my own vantage point, these same windows reflect the main street of the town, its old houses almost buried in fields of golden sage. I photographed this tourist as he works on his own photograph. I see what he does not see – the surreal reflections of his surroundings have placed him squarely in the past.