Not entirely sure what the story is, here. It looks like someone built a building next to a wash, ravine, or small canyon. Weather did what it all too often does so well, and caught them by surprise one day. As you can see, the back of the building has fallen into the ravine.
Near the old Shoe-Tree sat this imposing old building. We didn’t go much closer to it than this.
What a great moment:
This lonely old horse was just hanging out in front of the the old cabin, and was really more interested in smelling my camera more than anything. Pretty thin and looking fairly bored, it certainly enjoyed the modest company that we afforded it- but a horse sniffing the lens just isn’t as interesting as it could be…
Then Jayda stood nearby and offered the hungry thing a carrot. Here’s that moment.
This old house has seen some better days.
The front door is riddled with shotgun blasts and the front porch (or is that the roof of the front porch?) has completely collapsed.
Like memories in bloom, the overgrown flowers keep singing their old yellow tune.
Something about thewear and tear of sun, wind, and time on wood…
I think these boards were cut from Pine, but I really don’t know Oak from Madrone.
Out here in the Eastern Oregon high desert, the wind-born sand and dust really tears up the softer parts of the cut boards. I dig the contrast.
I can’t tell if this had a porch or a covered porch exactly, but walking up to it revealed a lot of boards laying about the front. The door had been kicked in and shot numerous times with a shotgun. Whatever happened here, I bet it made for a great plot twist…
This quaint little church sits just off Highway 97, close enough you can hear the trucks, far enough the gravel crunch under your tires feels like crossing a small border. Easy to miss now that the trees around it have grown in thick, but it’s well cared for, and the nearby town clearly loves it.
The Grass Valley Methodist Church. Small, specific, grounded. Someone sweeps the floor, patches the paint, keeps the graffiti off it.
You’re allowed to just look, listen, and leave.
This was one of the more foreboding estates we came across. I saw the line of trees from afar, and it took a while to wind our way through the hills before we came to this house. It seemed strangely vivid for a such a modest, abandoned building. Right behind it, all the planted trees appeared to lean in the same direction, as if pulled by a force that we couldn’t see. One of the trees had collapsed through the back half of the house.
This was shot with a Lensbaby Composer- which is a remarkably creative lens. I like the Lensbaby for food photography as well, but the smooth depth of field control really adds emotion to landscape shots like this one.
On the top of a gently sloping hill sits this beautiful schoolhouse. It’s very windy on this hill, and the grasses threaten to take over. The flagpole can be seen from pretty far away, but this area is deceptively hilly. Many times we came around some bend or hilltop and suddenly, what was so remote and isolated is filled with what sometimes feels like ancient civilization… Modern ruins.
This is the front door of the same house as seen in #6 – Little House in the Canyon, #7 – Home Sweet Homestead, and #10 – Keep the Shade In.
I have no idea what actually happened to cause such a rip in the front door screen like this. But it has the remarkable resemblance of a cartoon-character silhouette of a devilish shape, horns, mustache and all!