Parked at Alton Baker Park in Eugene, Oregon I was caught in a downpour not unusual for the Pacific Northwest moments later the rain subsided and from the warm, dry, comfort of inside my Camry a look produced these two photographs. The angles of each car, the foreground, and the dark tree line just sang… Continue reading Radom Pictures
Category: slice of life
The Last of Three Stops: Scottsburg, Oregon
ladies and gentlemen from all walks of life boarded a paddlewheel steamer plying westward
ladies and gentlemen from all walks of life boarded a paddlewheel steamer plying westward
Elkton, Oregon
On any given day drivers blast through towns on their to someplace my self included however,
On any given day drivers blast through towns on their to someplace my self included however,
Once upon a time in the west
“Well, the roundhouse is gone…”
Trees, Pacific Northwest Trees.
"Hey that Finn Niemi stepped on my grass again!" or "Can you believe that Finn Maki, won't let no one use the sauna don't ya know!
Suzannah turns toward her husband and said, "Elijah dear what are you doing?"
...fines double...
Momentarily caught off guard by Jim’s philosophical outburst Melinda retaliates, “That sounds like good advice however, how does this apply to our current situation?”
Photographs by Jim Pykonen Confident no one was following Sid and Nancy slow the escape as they pass by a saw mills ruins, Sid said, "You know Nancy that coned shaped object is called a WigWam burner, if you happen to be in Washington State or Idaho they are TeePee burners, and when traveling through… Continue reading Getaway, Part 3
Getaway, Part 2
West Eugene, Oregon about 435 pm, part 2. After out running the lawman Buford T. Pusser Sid and Nancy take this unused roadway down by the abandoned rail yard leaving no tracks, no trace of where they came from and where they are going to.
West Eugene, Oregon about 435 pm, part 2. After out running the lawman Buford T. Pusser Sid and Nancy take this unused roadway down by the abandoned rail yard leaving no tracks, no trace of where they came from and where they are going to.
Creswell, Oregon about 9am on a cool misty morning a car crests the hill fortunately the road is empty, the path is clear. The two would make their getaway before the bumbling sheriff even had his first cup of coffee.
The Conglomerate Lode 