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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

A Quick Pause

Cecil, Oregon. Being slapped by gusts of wind, ugly wind. And then it stopped for about five minutes. That’s all the time we had. We figured a few cups of java from the local store might help in regaining our rattled bearings, only to find that it was no longer in operation. And I’m talking about the store, although our brains were not far behind. CecilStore1

Dad found comfort in an old rocking chair, soaking up a brief sun before the gusts returned.  CecilStore2

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #360

Here is number 360… 

Worn but true. True to style. Style to character. Character to charm. Charm to cherish. Cherish for memories. Memories of worn. Worn and true. 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #357

Here is number 357… 

Here’s a little known secret about me. There’s this one thing I do every year when school starts, like on the first day. I treat myself to a movie. I search for a decent film, but it doesn’t have to be anything fancy or action packed. Dramas are fine. No chick flicks. Large popcorn, extra butter. Clogging arteries is a must if I enter any theatre. And of course, Coke Zero. I love that stuff with my buttery fat clogging popcorn. Why do I do this? I’m savoring the fact teens are now in school, their movie nights are over, replaced with heaps and hours of homework. I take pity on them, I really do. I celebrate their first night of debilitating math and physics, with movie and a popcorn. Bon voyage, punks. Bon voyage.