It’s time to head out east again, looking for old dry ghosts…
I love Eastern Oregon. This wood is completely weathered out from the intense dryness and brutal, constant sun. I noticed the face in this board, looking somewhat like a whale. Portrait, taken.
This old farmhouse has either been moving or the ground itself has…
Take a close look at the bottom right corner- doesn’t it look like the old thing is casually surfing on some gentle wave?
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…
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.