Just a stone-throw away from the Gleeson jailhouse stood the ruins of the old town school. When I drove upon this abandoned structure it was like approaching an old Roman ruin. The pillars of the once grand entrance and the exterior walls where the only elements still standing.
I tried to find additional information about the school on the Internet that I could add here, such as the name, when it was built, and how many students once attended, but like Gleeson itself, there isn't much documented information on this historic town.
As the looming mid-day April sun beamed down, I admired the adobe walls and artifacts such as old bottles lying within the interior of the building. Most of the once standing tin roof laid in scattered remnants around the entire site.
Like the rest of the ruins in Gleeson, this structure is weathering time in relative isolation, off the beat and path of everyday Arizona tourists. What I found interesting while exploring this region is that most of the ghost towns have not been defaced by vandalism and graffiti.
varshakale
Oh my god. How black and white can be so beautiful and meaningful. Thanks for really nice experience while going through your whole blog.
I must say you are genius photographer and explorer.