Showdowns Over Folks
Deep in the heart of Eastern Oregon, a lone relic of an ancient shootout lays between nearby hills. Bullet holes punched both in and out of this old delivery van- long, long ago. Styling by Alicia Elfving.
Deep in the heart of Eastern Oregon, a lone relic of an ancient shootout lays between nearby hills. Bullet holes punched both in and out of this old delivery van- long, long ago. Styling by Alicia Elfving.
An abandoned complex in Oregon, explored by all manner of people after it was abandoned several years ago. Peaceful, now.
Capturing the soul of one of Portland’s oldest bars, The White Eagle- Mike practices a little “blues face” before his show.
This was a scale to weigh the grain before loading it all into the elevator, I believe.
Dig that wrought iron filigree!
Just dig it.
Like a monument to simpler times, this grain elevator towers over it’s surroundings.
Grain elevators have faces, even if they don’t have mouths.
I love these old wooden grain elevators. Coupled with the wild cloud formation, it looks downright heroic.
The roads often seemed to head towards Mt. Hood. I suppose that was the landmark that pointed to “town” aka Portland, OR. The land-surfing house is in the foreground.

