Encounter of the First Kind

Driving back-roads of Florence, Oregon an object in an open, yet fenced-in area catches my attention. Parking the Scion nearby I go in for a closer look discovering at the foot of a hill and tree line a scoreboard rusting from Pacific Northwest weather and salted ocean air, in faded, black words FLORENCE KIWANiS, no… Continue reading Encounter of the First Kind

Driving back-roads of Florence, Oregon an object in an open, yet fenced-in area catches my attention. Parking the Scion nearby I go in for a closer look discovering at the foot of a hill and tree line a scoreboard rusting from Pacific Northwest weather and salted ocean air, in faded, black words FLORENCE KIWANiS, no…… Continue reading Encounter of the First Kind