The Gulick Homestead in The Dalles, Oregon. A Scottish settler married a Wasco Nation woman named Harriet and constructed a homestead on the banks of the Columbia River in the late 1800’s. A very few of the buildings barely stand today.
Old cabin in the Oregon Ochoco Mountains, 1974. A traditional shot I took over the years when passing through this area. In this one, the shots a touch blurry using the old cardboard housed Instamatic. I tweaked this one into B&W. Below is the original, faded image in color.
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention to arrive safely in a pretty and well preserved body; but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming ‘Wow! What a ride!’” Hunter S. Thompson
“Evenings and mornings represent “the gates” to your inner universe. Taking care of how you enter and exit these “gates” is your primary responsibility; do not give away this power. Once you master it, life will never be the same again.” Stan Jacobs, The Dawn and Dusk Master (this is something, for me, euphoric in these moments in nature)
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”