Meteor City

A giant head with a mohawk appears like an ugly mirage along the Interstate.

Teepee’s are scattered against the empty high desert plain.

Vandalized mobile homes have their contents trashed and strewn about.

A culture that had lost it’s way.

Welcome to Meteor City.

A place that at one time was most likely a tourist trap for those visiting Meteor Crater, the Grand Canyon, and the Painted Desert, now all that remains are faded signs selling Indian blankets.

Scorpions and snakes make their home in the rotted wood and broken bottles of beer. You do not hear the beautiful music of the Hopi here, only silence.