The dust storm grew behind, metal rattling and voices howling. Before we turned tail against the angry stinging sand, a train rumbled by, the empty windows of this abandoned place staring desolate through the flashes of space between cars.
Dust Storm Rising – Deming, NM
Roads on Her Face 
I think I have been there before! 🙂 I can smell it.
Bises,
Dawn
Like dust and loneliness! Hope you are well, pretty Dawn -A
I hope that you are well too, A! 🙂
Love this shot!
Hi Teddo! I want to blow this up and put it in my living room. If I wasn’t about to tear down that wall…