Only 66 and 1/2 cents per gallon!
I love how in the old days, there were often less printed laws that presumed the customer might be up to no good and more printed laws reminding the customers to ALSO keep an eye on the proprietor!
Right above the GALLONS dial, you can see “Gallon and Sale indications must be at zero when delivery is begun, under penalty of law.”
Hm… Did old America used to have change for fractions of a cent, or what?
Vintage gas pump- the old “Gilbarco Calco-meter”, staring into the sun under the Orange Crush sign.
Made back in the day when it was impossible to imagine gas prices ever being higher than 99 cents per gallon. I never understood why gas was measured in a tenth of a cent back in the day, but you can see how this one was retired at only $.69 a gallon.
Dang.
Pretty sure I saw Louis CK hitchhiking across the street from this old gas station. He’s a great comedian, and I wanted to pick him up or at least take his picture- but this was a way cooler photo, right? Seriously, look at that Orange Crush sign! I mean look at that! I think someone threw a rock at it, even.
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.
From a distance, the many hundreds of windmills throughout the Columbia River Gorge look like quaint sunflowers against the backdrop of grassy hills. Of course once you get near one, the quaintness is quickly replaced with awe for their size. Massive!
Brief but really good-looking test shoot with Mico Tanner.
He’s quickly becoming one of Portland’s more demanded male models. By his own right, Mico is very professional – and not only is he a personable guy to work with, but he can move-on-demand and take direction very well!
Like some noble yet stern golem– it’s sheer size blotting out the sun- a windmill keeps it’s vigilant watch over the countryside.
Windmills are a great resource. It’s so amazing to see hundreds upon hundreds of them congregating around the Columbia River Gorge… So many, and yet you almost can’t even hear them unless you’re standing really close. I have a tendency to look for faces in inanimate objects and I couldn’t help but notice these hungry wheat/windmill faces all around…
I really enjoy looking out over Oregon’s endless seas of grasses. It almost induces a fugue state at times, as if adrift at sea… Beautiful, mesmerizing, and incredibly vast.
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.