Ruins

This is basically my favorite thing I have seen since I got here. It’s like, in my dreams, I imagined Idaho would be full of romantically ruined shacks in a sea of endless wheat fields, but I figured I was being silly and sentimental. And then, the very first day, we drove my (now familiar) route between Moscow and Pullman, and there it is! My dream made real, in all its rickety, shambling loveliness.

It’s basically the world’s best photographic subject, and I admit, I’m tempted to just devote this entire blog to photos of this building — different angles, different light, different weather. Like Monet with the bran muffin series. (Already I wish I’d had better sky the day I took this.)

I don’t think I’ll be quite that neurotic, but don’t be surprised if you (I mean, the abstracted you, since no one is actually reading this, haha) see this image crop up a few more times. It might be a good way to measure the progress of my technique over the life of this blog.

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