1x1.trans Looking up from Flat Rock Butte at 5000 ft

Hard to believe that’s mostly stars instead of noise, right? Canon 5D3, Sigma 8mm lens, 72-seconds at f/3.5

2013 September 26 · Comments Off
1x1.trans Vigilence

It’s time to head out east again, looking for old dry ghosts…

2012 February 18 · Comments Off
1x1.trans #20   Sunflowers

From a distance, the many hundreds of windmills throughout the Columbia River Gorge look like quaint sunflowers against the backdrop of grassy hills. Of course once you get near one, the quaintness is quickly replaced with awe for their size. Massive!

2012 February 17 · Comments Off
1x1.trans #19   Wind Golem

Like some noble yet stern golem- it’s sheer size blotting out the sun- a windmill keeps it’s vigilant watch over the countryside.

2012 February 15 · Comments Off
1x1.trans #18   Face of the Future

Windmills are a great resource. It’s so amazing to see hundreds upon hundreds of them congregating around the Columbia River Gorge… So many, and yet you almost can’t even hear them unless you’re standing really close. I have a tendency to look for faces in inanimate objects (That’s right- you know what to do, Googly Eye Kru!) and I couldn’t help but notice these hungry wheat/windmill faces all around…

2012 February 07 · Comments Off
1x1.trans #12   Reach For the Sky

Behind the little house in the canyon, a lone tree stands against the backdrop of a blue-grey sky, mid-trunk deep in a sea of prairie weeds.  The grayed and brittle lichen-covered tree has a sort of quiet desperation about it; like the abandoned homestead, the tree is a victim of the elements that once nourished it.  Just as the home, the tree still stands…it’s jagged and broken branches still reaching for the sky, in a futile (yet beautiful) plea for rain.

2012 January 30 · Comments Off
1x1.trans #7   Home Sweet Homestead

Another view of the hard-to-spot homestead, on approach.  It was fascinating the way the “feel” of this place could change based on the angle, the position of the sun, or your proximity to it.  Makes one wonder about the many memories those slowly deteriorating walls must hold, and the secrets they keep.