Photo of the Day – August 4, 2012
“Aging is not lost youth but a new stage of opportunity and strength.”
~ Betty Friedan
“If you want to succeed you should strike out on new paths, rather than travel the worn paths of accepted success.”
~ John D. Rockefeller
Camp 18 – Rust
Life around our house is crazy, between me doing a billion things and my husband doing a billion things, we find only certain times in which we can connect, especially when it comes to computer time for him. This is largely my fault as I tend to hog our only computer. Thankfully we have an iPad or things would really be dicey. All of our computers conveniently stopped working once we purchased an iMac. Hum….Funny how that worked out… Once having a Mac translates into “we can’t possible go back to using a PC.” Who in their right mind would, after using a Mac? Trust me. I never thought I would say that, until the day I used one, then subsequently purchasing my first Mac. What the heck was I thinking for so long? Mac’s are awesome, especially when it comes to the graphics, speed, and size of monitor that is larger than my mom’s old TV. No offense to PC users. I was one, forever, well at least a majority of my adult life. Gosh I could be a commercial for Macs. My point, and I do have one, truly, my world revolves around a computer. End of story. Not exactly, it is some where in the middle. Where do all the dead computers end up? Do you suppose there is a junk yard for PCs? How sad. It would be similar to the cartoon movie ‘I Robot’.
So, as I write my/our blogs and prepare my/our photos, Lloyd often asks me, if I put his photos in the blog? For which I respond -“have you given them to me yet?” Which is followed by ‘the look’. ‘The look’ we both recognize as the, ‘he hasn’t had an opportunity to put them on the computer, because, I have been the computer hog, look.’ Well, there are a many uses during any given day for which I need a computer. Writer’s know this, frankly anyone who blogs, reads, develops photos, etc., understands this. For me, I need a computer. So, I live with getting ‘the look’. So imagine my surprise when I finally received some photos from him yesterday in fact. And first thing he asks,”have you put my photos on the blog?”
“Did you give them to me?” I was given ‘the look’. What he received in return – a surprise.
While writing this blog, I wondered about all the computer’s in a garbage heap somewhere, then looked at all of ours that no longer worked and wondered if they would soon join all the others rusting away in a dumpster somewhere. Or better or worse, you decide, in a roadside graveyard for old rusty objects. And hence my segue and Lloyd’s surprise – Rust.
The following photos were taken by Lloyd at the Restaurant/Camp 18, situated off of Highway 26 heading west toward the beach, a few weekends ago. This place literally is a junkyard for logging equipment; please see my April 27, 2012 post, ‘All on Sunny Afternoon‘ for more details regarding Camp 18.
First you will notice the fine attention to details Lloyd takes in capturing each moment, each image, each photos, they are remarkable. And I am not merely saying this because I am his wife. I tell him when his photos are brilliant; I tell him when his photos lack luster. I am not afraid to speak my mind, to him or anyone. His photos are simply put – remarkable.
These photos represent Lloyd’s impression of Camp 18, located in Elsie, Oregon (Highway 26). I hope you found them as insightful as I did. For me, I always find it interesting when we both shoot at the same place and yet our photos are so completely different. How is that even possible? The place wasn’t that large? I wonder why we see such differing shots. While we share many similarities, thankfully we can still go to the same location and take away different views. It happened here, it happens, nearly all the time. I no longer question why, even though I may sometimes think it. Until next time.
All on a Sunny Afternoon in April
Isn’t there a saying ‘one never knows what they will find, when they are not looking?’ This saying came to fruition for Lloyd and I, a couple of days ago. We left the house. Sun shining. In search of the old Sitka Spruce forest that until last year, or roughly, boasted the largest Sitka Spruce in the world (lightening killed the tree and likely the park). We thought the trails would still be there so it might be a cool place to check out. The joke was on us. We drove until we realized we had no idea where this park was. We couldn’t even agree which highway it was on, even though both of us had driven by the sign for years.
We gave up and when we did, we found a very eclectic restaurant called Camp 18, sited off Highway 26 going west toward the Pacific Coast. Basically, at first glimpse, it serves as a dumping ground for all things having to do with logging (still going with the junk); so basically everything non environmental (or harmful to it) which I hate (right up there with hunting). The logging museum is located in an area of forest not disturbed by logging, befitting those dedicated to Oregon’s forests and the machinery once required for logging. Loggers always blamed the boom on population growth in the area. Whatever the case, the unused machinery found a new home now enshrined here at Camp 18.
The water tower sign of Camp 18 always reminded me of that TV show back in the 1960s, Petticoat Junction where the start of the show the ladies were all swimming in the water tower, when we passed this place going to the beach.
Saw carved statues of a cougar above and an eagle below.
The outdoor museum occupies the area outside the restaurant. An indoor museum is also sited on the property, to the east of the restaurant, which provides a plethora of information about those who worked in the logging business during its peak, to those who continue to serve in some capacity of the logging world today. We didn’t enter the indoor part as their was a fee, but found enough to occupy us at this incredible logging shrine good for any afternoon of photos. Added bonus, the parking lot near the indoor museum sat about 20 shiny Corvettes. It was like a car show moved into the museum. The occupants were inside the restaurant; we took the opportunity to take some photos of their cars. It was unfortunate the pollen counts were up and visible on many of the cars as were bugs. Nice visual.
I never thought of yellow as being sexy in a car, that was of course until I saw about four yellow ‘vettes’.
This eagle was painted on the inside of the guys cool red ‘vette’. I wasn’t a fan of the eagle. Sorry. His car was nice. It looked like a fest for those who were in need of making up for ones short comings, and many. Sad.
I never thought I would like a yellow car. This ‘vette’ pulled it off.
Lloyd and I are not into cars, but it always seems the car shows find us in many places we travel. There seems to be a draw for this hobby. I have to agree these cars were nice. What a wonderful day for heading to the beach with the top down. It was in the low 80s for us, the coast would have been beautiful and likely in the low 70s to high 60s and sunny. Perfect for a small car show of Corvette enthusiasts. There is something to be said about a nice Corvette. While the beach was about another 30 to 40 minutes west, the way they drove off, they likely killed it in a short 20-25 minutes. If I had the money, I would upgrade the Beemer to a nice 6-series convertible. One can dream. But if I had the money one nice car is perfect, I would spend the money traveling and taking photographs.
Back at the outdoor museum I chose my subjects carefully. There were so many interesting pieces of junk, it was difficult to decide. I chose images that I could develop in black and white. This first building was likely a, former logging residence. The image depicts the front of the old homestead that one or two loggers shared. Hard to believe that more than one man let alone two or four likely, lived in such diminutive dwellings during the logging boom. I would get very claustrophobic. I guess when your sole purpose was work, one didn’t require much else except a roof over ones head and a bed to crash in. The building screamed black and white.
The workers could open the window as seen by the hinges that clasp the window closed. No doubt, the ghosts would not remain speechless as this place was a great haunt.
Looking from the bottom image, the shanty appeared as if it was about to fall backward. If it did, it would find itself in a creek that flows along the fringe of the property.
From this angle, the building looks as though the young trees are holding the building in place so it doesn’t slip into the stream. Yikes!
The roof looks as though it received an upgrade, while the remainder of the place definitely had seen better days.
In Oregon, logging once was the prime source of income for many people, until the environmentalist and scientist realized logging was actually depleting Oregon of one of their most pristine natural resources, that and an owl – the spotted owl habitat. And with the discovery of this species decline, was the beginning of the end for the logging industry. Not to say I was disappointed, but it effected everyone. Remember, the economy thrived on lumber. Then to suddenly be told one must stop because of an owl. You can only imagine how well that went over.
In addition to the old wooden structures, the museum boasts rusty equipment. I am not sure what year the equipment was last used, but I would guess around the early 1900s when logging was one of the prime economic staples of Oregon.
You can see why we stopped there is so many great visuals here. My brain was in camera overdrive soon to be in an over load stupor. The lower photo is a piece of old Sitka spruce that was decaying and filled with mold, lichens, and critters.
In addition to the open air museum and the restaurant, a trail parallels the stream. Lloyd, Deloris (my chair) and me, wobbled down to the trail until Deloris would no longer budge. We were forced to turn around or risk me being captured by the mud. I opted to turn around, although it was a reluctant decision on my part. Unfortunately there were too many roots and a bit too much mud for the old girl to traverse and we had to turn back. It took me back to the day when I would ride the hell out of a trail like that on my bike. Jumping over the obstacles in lieu of being forced to trudge over them. Fortunately we saw a few interesting finds along the way.
Snake! Jackpot! We stopped and watched the snake, as it froze. It was about 2 feet long. Nice size. Great orange colors to it. It blended in to the debris so well if it hadn’t moved we would have driven over it. Yuk!
The trail was peaceful. We saw people walk down the trail. We were uncertain how long the trail was or where it went.
“Moth Consuming Violet”
“Crops from the Road”
“Sundown” With this, I hope you enjoyed our unexpected journey in search of the largest Sitka spruce in the world instead finding Camp 18 a logging graveyard, and a trail with unexpected surprises, to the farm fields on our way home. Until next time.