![Silver Sage Saloon, Shoshoni, Wyoming, 2012 Silver Sage Saloon, Shoshoni, Wyoming, 2012](https://www.premioceleste.it/indi/_pics/7/1/2015-82949-338056_37126_4565_t.jpg?m=1434396729)
Silver Sage Saloon, Shoshoni, Wyoming, 2012
I’ve always had a thing for bars. The more marginal the better. I’m mostly drawn to outliers - raw, dilapidated joints that evoke an earlier, grittier era. Humble, solitary structures cloaked in loneliness and isolation, yet miraculously - as if blessed by some divine patron- still open. An authentic down-to-its-rotting-bones refuge where a hard-edged world is numbed and softened by alcohol and dim lighting.
Defiant vestiges of the past, the bar always seems the last to go. After the grocery store, the lumberyard and the barbershop surrendered to the future and shut their doors for the final time, the bar stayed on. Slumped alone on the edge of a discarded town, its neon spills out onto the asphalt and burns through the night.
Inside, the beer is cold, and the jukebox is stocked with George Jones and dirges from an irretrievable past.
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