Driving home from White Sands today, Cheri and I stopped at the marker for The Trinity Site. The day was stunning: white clouds swirled in a brilliant blue sky; a gently breeze lifted our hair-the kind of day where it’s easy to believe that God’s in His heaven and all’s right with the world. Next to the marker sits an abandoned house-a very old, run down building. Doors and windows have long been gone. The paint peels in long curls, like an orange. I don’t know what it is about that old building, but it’s call was strong enough to warrant a belly crawl in the sand under the barbed wire fence to get a better look.
As you can imagine, the inside was in ruins. Whole chunks of the floor were missing and graffiti covered sections of the walls.Surprisingly, the walls were once very colorful: bright turquoise, yellow and blue. The owner of this building loved color…I felt a kinship with him/her immediately.
Standing in what I assume was once the living room, the view to the South was no more than an opening for a window, debris on the floor and the words “No Prisoners” spray painted on the door frame. The blinding light from the window coupled with the words on the door frame and the location of the building so close to the Trinity Site were too symbolic not to photograph. Was the house there at the completion of the Manhattan Project? Did it flinch when the bomb exploded; did its walls shake and windows rattle?
Maybe it’s because I’ve got a thing for old buildings, but I believe this one has a story to tell and I thank it for sharing a little of its history with me.