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after the harvest
I know the traditional time to go to the Palouse to photograph the famous rolling hills of wheat is in the early summer, when it’s green and lush.
So, naturally I went in September*, when it was brown and dusty. (In that way, it reminded me of home.) I liked seeing the patterns in the fields and the distant columns of dust rising from a harvesting operation.
near Farmington, Washington
photographed 9.3.2020
*I didn’t just wind up there in September: I went then on purpose.
needle moon
It was a gray night in Needles; even the full moon didn’t help very much.
Our stop in Needles came after a long day of driving that took us from the close-to-freezing temperature in Flagstaff*, across the desert, through a creepy town that I’ll call “Oatman”**, and then down into Needles, which was hot AF and really pretty depressing.
Oh, the joys of a road trip!
Route 66
Needles, California
photographed 6.1.2023
*Which we didn’t appreciate as much as we should have
**Because that’s the name of the place
googly-eyed guy
That guy seems friendly enough, like he’d be happy to take your order for some eggs or maybe a slice of pie and a cup of coffee. The place seems organized pretty well – skillets hanging in size-order, cases of soda stacked neatly – and clean, too, with a sink right there to hold the dirty stuff.
But there’s something about his eyes that makes me a little nervous.
Route 66
Gardner, Illinois
photographed 7.1.2022




