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365 Days of Photography with Day Number 130 through 134…

Day 130…

©365-130Something forgotten. 

Day 131…

©365-131Brief pause.

Day 132…

©365-132Good drive, out of the fog. And then back into it. 

Day 133…

©365-133School House Central. 

Day 134…

©365-134Repeating from on high.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 126 through 129…

Day 126…

©365-126Not of use by human hands much of anymore, but I assure you; owls make their presence known.

Day 127…

©365-127Newbill House

Day 128…

©365-128Who is this? And how’d he beat the shutter button thingy?

Day 129…

©365-129If you’re going for isolation, you needn’t look further.

A Farwell to Dead Ends

You can’t bloom if you’re not a flower. South east receiver J-Bolt Template Rd. Sailing atop cotton columns mystic to the waving bird. Heed the advice of the one fingered salute; dead ends suck.

MysticWandHowever, you can view his latest results by visiting, Wild West and the Newbill House.

365 Days of Photography with Day Number 124…

Day 124…

©365-124Dad and the Newbill House. Blemished and jaded (the house), while currents of fog carry strange tempos over erratic terrain bordering the remnants of Grizzly, Oregon.

No Entires Could Empty

Something from a late October. I remember this. Peering at feeling, a slow pulse. Not getting close, shooting at seventy five. Casual stuff. Nothing abnormal. Last twenty minutes of light. Friction of breeze tangled in sage, a low glow coupled with the wanting of a fire horizon, the hopes of something along those lines, which never occurred. Haunts or the happening of, or maybe it was both, luring in the curious eye. It was the opening scene, aiming through worn existence, a forgotten entrance. It was a kind of reckless, but still had this mood, although I’m not sure which mood. I remember thinking, with key of importance, the atmosphere was carved in mood. That was the scene. Within that cloud of mood (and again I’m not sure which mood, maybe it’s supposed to stay that way), I had found a pulse. 

©PE Adjusted

So it’s not entirely empty.

365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number 135-136

Here is Day 135… 

Adjusted135Bad combo. 

Here is Day 136…

 Adjusted136Good combo.

365 Days of Flash Photography, With Day Number Thirteen…and Fourteen

Since I was out of town over the weekend, with this being out in the middle of the desert, I was unable to post Saturday’s photo. So, here you’ll have both day Thirteen and Fourteen. Enjoy your Sunday evening!

Here is Day Number Thirteen…

365DFP-13Old boots. Aged boots. Found somewhere between here, and Bobcat Pasture. 

Here is Day Number Fourteen…

365DFP-14

Best thing about this photo, no editing, no cropping, no touchups. Simple and yet mysterious. This is the Great Horned Homestead, upstairs, second story. The owner is now sporting my old pair of shades. No joke.

Greaty copy