I never get tired of watching the wind turbines turn lazy, graceful circles against a beautiful blue sky.
The church in Lonerock, Oregon.
The keyboard of the piano in the Lonerock church.
Pews in the Lonerock church.
This shot was taken in the old pioneer cemetery of Lonerock. The earliest date I found on the headstones was 1815.
On a 17 mile stretch of gravel road, we were captivated by this lone tree.
I couldn't help but think about the "amber waves of grain" lyrics to America the Beautiful. Sometimes the most beautiful things in life are simple. It's all a matter of perspective.























