The buildings were empty, silent save for the whistling of wind through their bones. But the sky and placement of the clouds convinced me: this place is not yet entirely forgotten.
I first came across this bit of desolation near Kent, OR back in 2012.
This old homestead has a great face to it, despite the years.
One of the loneliest piles of garbage I’ve ever seen… I had to get a photo once I noticed the hawk in the background.
I still haven’t figured out what this is… combine part? Old buggy suspension? Any ideas?
It’s time to head out east again, looking for old dry ghosts…