Bees’ Knees
A little triptych of my parents’ bees, clustering around an inner-chamber opening in their hive. My pop had just removed some of the upper level in order to treat the bees for parasites. Glad I had a beekeeper’s suit on!
A little triptych of my parents’ bees, clustering around an inner-chamber opening in their hive. My pop had just removed some of the upper level in order to treat the bees for parasites. Glad I had a beekeeper’s suit on!
Interior image of a long lost roof, likely once a stable part of a farmer or rancher’s home. This is out in Eastern Oregon near the Ochoco National Forest. There were obviously a few tenants around still making use of the structure, but they weren’t up for talk about the matter; most of them just flew off when I approached. The rest scurried underground.
Sometimes the most mundane things find a way to say so much with so little.
Although we could have easily drove right by this spot, I really had to pee and hey – we were kinda lost (in a good way, of course). So we stopped and took it all in for a spell. Only after getting out of the car did I really notice this sign.
It’s easy to imagine that I wasn’t the only full bladder who’d visited that very desolate, very lonely intersection. I wonder if this sign caught them off-guard at first, too… boldly reminding everyone that cares to read it that no, there’s no hunting anymore here.
I can almost hear the steel sign thwack and twinge from the gunshots, being given an impromptu “salute to the union” just before the hungry ghosts beat their own hasty retreat; their beer bottles and spent cases left behind to find their own resting places.
Eventually the dust from their retreat settles back down and all that’s left hanging in the air is the close but impersonal wind, already exploring the sign’s jagged new holes.
Have a fun and safe Independence Day, everyone. Don’t hurt each other.
No all who wander are lost, but getting lost in this amazing part of eastern Oregon really isn’t half bad.
Oregon’s Highway 97 is one of the more banal, yet beautiful routes to adventure on if you give it your attention and some extra time. A slow, meandering highway through Eastern Oregon, there are so many beautiful moments like this early wheat crop. It’s what inspired the original Windows XP desktop.
This Summer’s Visit to the Family Farm was great- I haven’t been back home in (way too) many years. A family of artists like ours is rich in love, but poor in Airline miles. I shot much more than these, but I’m wanting to work on them a little further. This batch of images is a good, general representation of my experience back in North Carolina. It was actually decent weather, in that it was ‘cold’ for September. Ha! Beautiful area- I really wish I could’ve stayed longer.
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.