Up and down the main drag of the city of Willcox is occupied by handful of motels that are now out of business. A few have been converted into low income housing. A tiny room to live in, however, it’s at the right price for someone’s budget. Every now and then I have to visit one of my patients in these cozy abodes that once were a refuse for couples having lurid affairs or perhaps a visitor to Rex Allen Days’ festivities.
I placed, photographed and documented #117 at was once the front door to the manager’s office. The quaint collection of white, cement- block cottages with stucco roofs were now a home to “art.” The new tenants consisted of one plastic cowboy and one plastic indian. They just checked in for a bit of tourism and adventure. “Welcome to Willcox – the home of singing cowboy Rex Allen.”
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