Saw some people climbing around in this in their flip flops. Taking pictures, aloof to the moment.

It was a tense, but somehow peacefully balanced moment.

Across the highway from Eastern Oregon’s famous shoe tree, precariously built next to a wandering stream, this old place is barely upright. But it’s beauty, it’s endurance… it beckons to be appreciated, all sense of security aside. It kind of redefines the notion of wild abandon.