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.
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.
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…
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.
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.
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.