Chelsea Johnson: Permanence on the Prairie

In downtown White Sulphur Springs, most storefronts are empty. The short buildings hunch over their dusty windows, making themselves as small as possible as if apologizing for their sorry state. Weeds grow alongside the streets and at buildings’ edges. In the closed taxidermist shop, frozen raccoon and deer stare out with blank eyes at the cracked and crumbling sidewalk.

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At one end of the block is an abandoned western wear store, once located in the lower story of a red stone building. Continue reading