We're riding higher and higher into the mile-high Mule Mountains, heading to Bisbee, a dried-up old copper mine town, I'm told, where old miners' shacks now house artists. Quaint, I think. A curiosity. Art in all this dust (it's still desert here.)
Bisbee is art.
(Go here to see the picture above by Elizabeth R. Mitchell and other photographs from Bisbee.)