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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.

Feeling Pretty Stoked. Thanks to Melissa and 1859 Oregon Magazine.

Now, both of our photos grace their homepage. Check them out here: 1859 Oregon Magazine

Adjusted103Rusty Rodder

My dad has been over here as well. He made friends with a porcupine while visiting. I think Dennis would appreciate this as well.

 

What’s Your Sign?

©WhatsYourSign 1.1Unique find off of Hardman Road. Barely visible unless you’re squinting. They ran a neon plastic sign business, which was hot stuff back in the 50’s. Probably not hot enough (business wise, not weather) for eastern Oregon. 

©WhatsYourSign 1.2Gotta give them credit for trying, though.

Gradation Playing

Just the gradation of colors playing with the evening, catching the tuneless whine of wind breathe itself along with those familiar echoing screams, like mysterious secrets passing ahead with low pulsating waves combing through shallow blankets of blonde. And above it all, somewhere beyond those fabric strains of white, the sky smiles and nods.Gradation Playing