Updated: Dec 9, 2020
I remembered looking at my side mirror and seeing the majesty of the valley. The bright sun gleamed on the pinnacles of the valley showing the definition of the rocks, the history of its being. I was listening to the soundtrack of The Life of Walter Mitty and visualized myself as Walter traveling to an unknown land driving for hours without another car or another person. The road to the valley was deserted, the pandemic had shutdown the village and any sort of tourist attraction. Even the native’s shops were closed in some areas because of the lack of visitors.
I parked at the side of the highway to settle and observe the valley on an overlook. I subjected to using my phone for more information about the closure, I tend to stray away from research but my spontaneity is not putting me on the right pullouts. The heat grew and my assignment of capturing the valley grew thinner. As I pack up my car and slowly drive back to Colorado I came across an abandoned Native American stalls.
The abandoned stall was a great depiction of the aftermath of the pandemic in heavily trafficked locations. The monument at the background symbolize the perseverance of these historical rocks that went through many decades, it stands tall as it was a hundred years ago. While the foreground of the wooden abandoned stalls is a reflection to the fragility of humanity. A single outbreak can alter million of lives. The way the structure was abandoned looked worn and uncared that it was missing the main components of a shop. The roofs were torn, the walls were splintered, and the furnitures were shattered to dust and piled up along with the leftover trash. Lives changes but it keeps going, the tattered blue covers tied on each end of the shop manifests hope for new opportunities.