Recently we dropped everything and took a short little roadtrip to Jerome, AZ.

When we got there it was cold, grey, and it even snowed a bit.

The weather made this old mining town feel even more gritty and crude.

There is something so vulnerable about Jerome.

Maybe it’s all those houses bravely standing on stilts.

Or the terra cotta planters lined up in rows.

Or how if you don’t look slow enough, all you will see is evidence of the past.

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