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Posts from the ‘Desert Photos’ Category

Lone Haul


Willys on the Alvord


April Showers Bring May…


365 Days of Photography with Day Number 146 through 150…

Day 146…


Day 147…


Day 148…


Day 149…


Day 150…


That One Over There


 Made a surprise trip to my favorite place today. 


Beyond grateful.


©MurderMayhemI’m not sure how to title this image. There’s backstory, but it’s lengthy. It contains a good amount of drama, some dark and overcast, which tends to carry furthest. Bringing this scene to life, after being robbed of life, was sincere. I’ll know whether it’s good, if I’m being honest or not. And here I know and feel, even after the fact. Murder or not.

Early Gold, and the Buck that weighed ISO 25600

AdjustedFRWIEarly gold blankets a rather calm morning. Fallen Raven Wood Shop Inn. NoRulesMiller, Oregon.

 AdjustedDeerISOThis was pretty cool. It was dusk, as in dark. I asked my dad if he wanted to see this buck lit up, grainy as the wheat he was chomping through. Dad stopped, I rolled down the window, tried to focus, and fired a shot. Shutter was at 1/30, right? My ISO, 25600. 25600! No joke. No editing done to this image. And it’s less grainy than I had imagined!

Heart Shaped Face, With Day Thirty Five and Thirty Six…

DFP365-35.3Preparing to shoot a barn owl. Dad loading the heavy barrel. 

Adjusted35.2 Sneaking up, checking out the situation.

Adjusted35Barn Owl, waking and making day number thirty five with a flash…  “Whooo are you?”

Here is Day Number Thirty Six…

Adjusted36Who knew? Straw.

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


An exhausted galvanized gushing water slide. No longer in use. Wasting syndrome has taken effect. Awkward shapes, nurtured from a unique environment, have literally grown, etching themselves across a rather vulnerable surface. Blotched dark rustic clouds have overtaken the inner workings. Call it natures camouflage, a high desert natural camouflage of sorts. It works, it’s like another ornament in natures garden, natures harsh high desert garden. 


It still would have been an awesome slide, back in its heyday. Especially for kids, seeking relief from a sweltering August sun.