Showdown’s 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.
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.