Cold Front

Near the old Shoe-Tree sat this imposing old building. We didn’t go much closer to it than this.

Of Course, Of Course

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.

Good Day for a Shootout

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.

Sun Grain

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.

High Desert Vacation Home

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…

Weathered Wood

The desert sun and wind can wreak havoc on wood, but at the same time- there’s a beautiful quality to this natural erosion. The stark contrast fits the mood and the location uniquely.

Desert Paint

This is one of the more vivid scenes of industrial leftovers I came across in the Eastern Oregon desert. The years of sun and wind have seriously taken a toll on this old thresher or other piece of farm equipment. But at the same time, it’s pretty amazing looking, too.