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On His Way Back

It’s pretty basic with my dad, he still uses sand and coffee grinds on his 800mm telephoto lens. And he actually takes apart his camera, cleaning his sensor with toothpaste and WD40. And all the interesting characters you’ll find on his website. Check it out. The guy is going insane. He’s currently on his way home, somewhere between a barn on the outskirts of Friend and The Dalles, with Mt Hood smoldering in the background. I’m not making this up. 


Walt’s friends often say in Prineville, “Tom’s back.”


His site: Oregon Foto’s

The Worn Studebaker

This one is for Zane… 

He won’t pass this one up…


365 Days Of Great Pics Photography. With the finale, #365

It’s the finale. Last pic. 365 days of photos, with number 365. And it seems like just yesterday when I had first started. 

We’ll celebrate this final day, this final 365, with a shot that has made so many of my photos become a reality…

 Road trips. This is number 365.

Road trips, and I mean all over this state. Road trips that have taken us, my dad and I, out of the state. Making a wrong turn has brought into such places as Nevada, and at other times we’ll end up discovering some ancient homestead, home now to sage and scraggly coyotes. Some don’t make it far in life.

 Hung up.

 Road trips mean the Jetta. On loan from Canon. 

We also get comped for our hotel stays. 

We’ve also met a lot of interesting characters along the way.

I love shooting mules.


Our designated speed limit, so we don’t miss a single thing…

 15 MPH. Oh yeah.

I’d like to thank everyone who has followed this blog, and for those who check on it daily. Most of you, I’ve never had the privilege of meeting, but I wanted to thank you regardless. A big thanks to my fam and friends, especially Melissa. Also a huge thanks for the random emails, messages, and other cool and awkward/strange comments along the way. I’d also like to thank Canon, your gear has held up through a ritual of bumps and bruises. This includes the 7D, 5D MarkII, and the 5D MarkIII. Big gigantic thanks to Tamrac, you’ve made my life in the field a real joy. It’s been a pretty cool trip, with my Dutch Bros./Starbucks/Allann Bros in one hand, and my Canon in the other.

I have a few ideas in store for my next “365 days of photos.” It’ll be a surprise, and I’ll have something up before you know it.

If I’ve put a smile on your face, made you think, made you laugh, or brightened up your day…then I feel like I’ve done my job.

Thanks again.

Paul Miller  

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #344 Daisy, Donnybrook, and the case of the Lone Wolf.

Once again, we went too far. It happens every time. Either it’s some cracked and parched section of asphalt, or worn washboard. It never fails, a simple drive turns into a mini road trip. 


This trip took us to the wild town of Ashwood, then over to Donnybrook. It’s some of the most remote back country I’ve seen, and I’ve seen lots of it. 

 Naked poplar and the remnants of a worn homestead. 

The area was once known as Axehandle, during the pioneer days. It was later known as Donnybrook, this during the ranch era.

Thickets of thistles poke along homestead trail ways.

 Then we met Daisy Thornton, she made photo #344. This was her story…

GPP365-344Daisy Thornton. Lifelong resident.  

Donnybrook. District 19.

“That’s where I went. From grade through high school. It was just a single room school, that’s all it ever really was.”

How long ago was that?

“Well, I’m 89 years old. I grew up right over that hill over there. I’ve lived here my whole life. My house over the hill, where my daughter lives, it’s over a hundred years old.”

Is this considered Donnybrook? Or Ashwood? 

“This was the Donnybrook vicinity. That was back before Jefferson county even existed. This was all Crook county, you know, and this was where my grandfather homesteaded and farmed.”

Is this the only school in the area?

“Third. This was the third school built. The others, well, they’re gone. One caught on fire, and the other once stood out behind this one here. My grandfather donated one acre of land, well, because we needed a new school! So, he donated an acre and they built the school here.”

That is really cool. What about the wagon?

“Oh dear. That was my grandfathers. He would use that for hauling in firewood, lumber, and hay. My husband would tag along, but that was during another time. You had wagons then.”

It’s beautiful out here. Very far from any surrounding towns.

“Oh yes. I had a wolf out front here. He was picking on antelope. They said they’d never be over here. Well, I know one thing, that was no coyote! And then the wild boars. They are thick. And such a pain!”

You live out here all alone? 

“Yep. My husband, he’s gone. My daughter lives up over the hill. My other daughter lives down the road, with her husband, and one of my kids just bought that section of land outside of Ashwood, where that homestead stands with them poplars.”

We were there earlier. We happened to get photos. Pretty cool.

“Oh yes. Everybody wanted that section of land. Well, this is my home. My garden stays green, because I’m blessed with water.” 

365 Days Of Great Pics Photography, #321-322

Here is number 321… 

Murder Mystery Train Ride…Who dunnit? “Fugget about it!” 

Here is number 322… 

A meandering creek passes through, while Boyd Mill overlooks, keeping a close eye.