Grapes of Wrath, Room 21 #14247
Room 21 has a weathered chair sitting outside, waiting. This abandoned motel out on the edge of the boondocks is the place where the Sandman meets the wandering fairy around midnight to share secrets where no men can hear. No living creatures ever come close to the place. The wind is the only visitor that comes by, blowing straight through and never staying, only carrying leaves and stray spooks. Even they won't stop and stay now that the cable has been shut off.
Photographed exactly as it was found, the place sits not far but still out of sight from the four lane highway that killed the business and sent the maid home early. The world is still bypassing this place at 65 mph and no retro revival in the future will ever rejuvenate it. None of those modern four lane drivers will ever get to see this slice of roadside americana that once was along the two lane blacktop.
The wrought iron grapes gave this image a title, which might be fitting depending on point of view. The motel is from the mid-sixties and has undergone a few cosmetic facelifts in the past. It lies off the beaten path in the central Pennsylvania highlands, snow country, and photographed with special permission.