Every few weeks, I ride out to my brother’s in Bend with my camera gear in the back of the wagon, radio blaring, caffeine in my brain, and Bend beer on my mind.
For this trip, I made sure that my camera bag was in the passenger seat so that I could grab it when the mood struck me. With this in mind, it occurred to me that this is a trip that is so easily overlooked. Since I make this trip so often, it’s easy to get bored with the long stretches of forest in the mountains. Or the burned out deserts of the reservation. Or the gorges and bridges and endless farmland.
This time, I gave myself an extra two hours to explore the “in-betweens” of my trip. The top photo is a field just outside of the forests of Mt. Hood–one of many. The middle shot is just prior to the descent into Warm Springs. After miles and miles of ruler-straight highway through sun-scorched earth, you twist and turn into a huge, cavernous valley.
The last shot (bottom), is from a bridge near Terrebonne. Just stop, pull over, wait for a lull in traffic, lay down on the highway, and shoot. Or, in reality, stop by the Dalles-California Highway–which is closed to traffic in this section–and pretend that it’s dangerous.