A Fine Engagement

Here are a few of the engagement photos I shot a few days ago. Congrats to Kody and Crystal! A finer snowboarding pair you’ll never meet!

The were perfect low clouds all day
The were perfect low clouds all day

We spent the first half of the day playing in the snow, and then for the second half, we took our final snowboarding runs for the season!

The snow was kind to us the whole time we were up!
The snow was kind to us the whole time we were up!

We wandered through the small cabins.

Stopping every here and there to take a picture
Stopping every here and there to take a picture

A few times we climbed snow piles and snuck onto decks.

And had a good laugh.
And had a good laugh.

Then we followed the trail back to the cars.

The snow was still softly falling
The snow was still softly falling

They held hands while I wandered behind.

And of course Crystal's grandmother's ring
And of course Crystal’s grandmother’s ring

To which my camera could do no justice.

A perfect last day in the snowy mountains!

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Once a Farm

So a short (slightly long) while ago I found and explored a now abandoned farm. I’ve been sitting on them not doing anything for a deplorably long time, but here a few at long last.

One of the cans inside the overgrown motor pool.
One of the cans inside the overgrown motor pool.

This is where I would normally have some sort of establishing shot to give context to the rest of the photos, but unfortunately the sky and light were poor enough that I don’t have any worth sharing. The upside however, is that through a bit of asking around, I was able to find out the history of that plot of land and learn why it sits as it does today!

There were two smashed cars outside the motor pool.
There were two smashed cars outside the motor pool.

Up until about ten years ago this had been a working buffalo farm. On its last leg, but on a property with a fairly good location, it sold the whole plot to Walmart, who had every intention of building their next super duper store there. This is where I am missing some information. About eight or nine years ago they got as far as starting to get construction equipment there. Apparently they stopped rather quickly as well because the contractors trailer is still there, long since over grown with brambles.

This is against the back of the motor pool. I cropped the sly out because it was a grey mess.
This is against the back of the motor pool. I cropped the sly out because it was a grey mess.

After they ceased, it was all just left to the tides of time. In some places it was clearly an active place to party with beer cans sewn about. In the motor pool an owl now lives, speckling the floor with droppings and pellets.

The farm house itself has been burned down since then, and remains untouched.
The farm house itself has been burned down since then, and remains untouched.

A lot of the frame work of the house was still standing, though charred almost beyond recognition. There is still a large section of the second floor and the chimney and things attached to it remain in tack.

Right down to the wood inside the fireplace.
Right down to the wood inside the fireplace.

Once you start to move away from the heart of the house, there is less and less left standing.

Seeing straight back outside through most of the basement.
Seeing straight back outside through most of the basement.
This was laying in some sticker bushes away from the house itself.
This was laying in some sticker bushes away from the house itself.

And finally, in lost in some deep grass, someone had to suffer from cold feet.

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Post: I haven’t been very active on here the last few days. I’ve been exploring snowy campgrounds with my roommate, teaching my family how to snowboard, doing some hand illustrating, learning to make animated walk cycles, and starting to work on a large .gif project. So, I might be quiet for a few more days, but I’m still cooking away at projects.

Thanks for getting to the bottom of this!

 

The Kennels

A couple of more photos from visiting my grandfolks in the small town of Morton.

Somewhere in the area of 45 to 50 years ago, my grandfather was a hunting dog trainer.
Somewhere in the area of 45 to 50 years ago, my grandfather was a hunting dog trainer.

No one in my family really talks to much about the kennels in particular, so I don’t know very much about them past their age an that they look hauntingly lovely now. The kennel and barn sit at the back of my grandparents property. I used to trek out to it as a kid in the summer, during which it involves traveling through many patches of stinging nettles.

Looking down the row of kennels.
Looking down the row of kennels.

 

Immediately looking the other was wheelbarrow long past its prime
Immediately looking the other was wheelbarrow long past its prime.

While most all things here are in some state of decay, the sign still looks like it was painted in the last couple years.

If you look at the full size image, you can make out the bush marks.
If you look at the full size image, you can make out the bush marks.

On a personal note, not that this should be surprising at this point, I love hand painted signs. Even when they are done with the utmost perfection, there’s always a human element that is almost impossible to recreate in a digital format.

Skeletons of Summer

For the past few weeks every time that I’ve gone out with my camera, I’ve ended up taking photos of dead plants. This is a selection of those photos.

The back ground is cars going by across an inlet of the lake
The back ground is cars going by across an inlet of the lake

And, because it’s always threatening to rain or actually raining, all of the light is nice an consistent across the whole batch.

While pretty when they're alive, their shapes become very interesting as they dry up.
While pretty when they’re alive, their shapes become very interesting as they dry up.
This is one of my favorites, when I was doing post on this one, I noticed you cans see a small blue lady beetle about mid picture
This is one of my favorites, when I was doing post on this one, I noticed you cans see a small blue lady beetle about mid picture.
Even the lake plants across the street from where I live change hugely in the winter.
Even the lake plants across the street from where I live change hugely in the winter.

I think that one of the reasons that I find all these dead plants so interesting is because for the most part everything stays green here. Most of the trees are fir trees, and ferns, ivies, and a lost of other small bushes just stay green though winter. Also the wet weather breaks most of the dead plants down fairly quickly, so by this time of year you actually have to keep an eye out to notice them.

If i were to every describe a plant as pissed, it would be this one.
If i were to ever describe a plant as pissed, it would be this one.
To take this I was standing on a nubbin of old foundation that was peeking out of the water on the lake.
To take this I was standing on a nubbin of old foundation that was peeking out of the water on the lake.
In the overgrown field near an abandoned farm.
In the overgrown field near an abandoned farm.

The Abandoned Barn

Finally found motivation and time to edit some of these pictures! So here goes. I had another rainy day off so I went to shoot photos at an old barn that I had made note of a couple weeks ago. There were a lot of neat details laying around, but the whole place was grown over very thick with blackberry stickers.

This was in the center of the barn
This was in the center of the barn

Since I shot the photos I’ve been able to ask around and find out why the old barn still stands. Up until about ten years ago it was part of a large buffalo farm. I don’t know if the farm was faltering or if there was just enough money offered, but WallMart bought all of the land with the intention of building a new store there.

And then? Nothing.

Experimenting with adding cool to a weak establishing shot.
Experimenting with adding cool to a weak establishing shot.

No one seemed to know why a WallMart was never built here. But it seemed most everyone was happy it hadn’t been. So now ten years later all that is left is the overgrown farm and the memories it holds.

And clearly some memories have been made and lost here
And clearly some memories have been made and lost here

While by no means covered in beer cans and bottles, many of the larger bushes would show off troves of hoarded glass and tin if you peaked beneath their leafy exteriors.

The skeletons of mattresses rose from sections of ground like coiled plants in places
The skeletons of mattresses rose from sections of ground like coiled plants in places

The small sticker bush tunnel to the barn proper once had a soft floor of mattresses. Now barely remaining are their coils, almost invisible until you step on the rusty springs.

This was a room at one point
This was a room at one point

You can still see all of the tin roofing on the ground. One of two small rooms off the back of the barn that looked like they had once been canning rooms. The only evidence this being some left over shelves and some broken mason jars. This room still most of three walls even long after a tree broke though the roof on its trek for sunlight.

The garage was dark and dirty. A mix of red cups, tires, dirt, and paint cans.
The garage was dark and dirty. A mix of red cups, tires, dirt, and paint cans.
Near the garage a section of  tow chair and an ice scraper found their new home
Near the garage a section of tow chair and an ice scraper found their new home
A long since broken window faced the way I had come from and was heading back too.
A long since broken window faced the way I had come from and was heading back too.

I really enjoy these old places. I feel like they often have more life and stories than the places where people still reside.  You just need to look for them. Like a detective, but without the snub nose revolver and the goons on your tail.

I’m already sitting on photos from a couple other houses. I have more marked out to shoot too. I occasionally just drive around looking for places, but more often then not, I hear about them through the grapevine. More soon! Thanks for reading all the hubbub or at least quickly scrolling to the bottom!

The Swing at the old barn

It was raining today, so naturally I sought out an abandoned building to take pictures of. I’ll have the rest up in a day or two, but for now here’s a moving cinegraph of the swing that was in front of the barn. Also, I found what appears to be a full street of abandoned and burned homes near by so expect more in the near future!

The swing was getting blown by the wind the whole time I was there

Flashing Construction on Highway 99

One of these days I’m going to actually come up with a really cool application for these. And get better at making them.

Then they’ll be all magic like the pictures in Harry Potter.

This will have to do for now though. A fun process for sure.
And a final context photo

Fire Line – Cross Here

At least I’m fairly certain that’s what the tape said. As some of you may know it was exceptionally raining in the Seattle area yesterday. With this in mind I thought the light would be lovely to shoot inside of and old abandoned house. And just as it happened, I knew right where one was as I used to dig BMX jumps there in high school. Upon arrival to the old house on the bluff, I discovered that at some point in the last few months it had been set ablaze and all that remained was a hollow burned out husk. So, instead of abandoned interiors, I present you with burned out photos.

New life has already started to spring forth from the rubble
Mediocre yet necessary photo? Nothing a few colors can’t spruce up!
This is the side of the house that has the most left.
The old basement now has a lovely skylight
Only the nails remain from the floor we used to play hide and seek on
Taken in the driest part of the house in the little bit left of the basement.
This is what most of the house looks like on the inside. You can see the bathtub and where a bedroom used to be. I was debating on whether to include this photo, but I like the story it tells.
And a final image of the beginnings of life rising from the worst charred remains.

Though it might not look like it, the hardest part of these photos was staying dry. I was crouched over the camera the whole time and had a large umbrella maneuvering from hand to hand most of the time too. All in all though, I can’t imagine a more fun way to spend a rainy day.
Hope you’ve enjoyed these and thanks for at least scrolling all the way to the bottom!