Over the River and Through the Woods

On Christmas Eve I joined up with my folks and we went out to visit my grandparents in the small town of Morton. Buy the time we got there I had been up for a little over 24 hours so I spend the day doing a mix of taking photos, doing the family thing, and napping.

Looking off their back porch there's I nice view of the river.
Looking off their back porch there’s I nice view of the river. Also, you can see the rain falling in this.

Unfortunately, I later found out that I was tired enough that I was rather soft on the focus, but still managed a few things alright.

There was just about ten minutes that there was some lovely thunder cloud light.
There was just about ten minutes that there was some lovely thunder cloud light.
And finally, the view from the room where I took a nap.
And finally, the view from the room where I took a nap.

Hopefully everyone had a good holiday season!

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!

Oregon Silver Spot

Thanks to a few friends for getting me into the know on what species this is!

If anyone can identify this for me, I would love to put its name as the title. It was taken on the trail to the Kendal Peaks lakes just past Snoqualmie Ski Area in WA.

A very friendly fellow proven by the fact that this was shot on a 18-135mm lens