We wanted to do some locations shots. Some pictures in a field. Maybe a dilapidated old barn or house. And we wanted to find a suitable grain elevator–one where we could climb up the side ladder and get dramatic shots from the top.
So Kylie and I (and Bonnie and Marcus) headed west from Spokane, then north a bit, off the highway. We went through some tiny towns. We passed a few grain elevators and some fields and then, in the distance, in middle of no where, we saw a towering cluster of grain elevators.
There were fields around it, suitable for pictures. There were dilapidated houses. There was even a picturesque little pile of junk. The grain elevator was huge.
We spent several hours there and took a good many pictures.
(You may notice none of the pictures are from the top of a grain elevator. That’s because, uh, well, you see, I was totally un-scared and most definitely would have climbed, being brave and all, and, ummm, yeah–did I mention the grain elevators were enormous?)
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One of my weddings this weekend was in Pullman, and afterwards, I drove up Highway 195 back home to Spokane.
I wanted to stop. I wished the sun would stop. I wished I didn’t have wedding pictures to process or a family waiting at home or no more room on my flash cards. I wished I could simply stop. Take out my camera. And allow myself to disappear in those fields, those hills.
