T.: East of the Mountains: Abandoned

Sunday, April 8, 2012

East of the Mountains: Abandoned

7 comments:

Cro MagnonApril 9, 2012 at 12:04 AM
Certain things are the same the world over. The charm of abandoned buildings is one!
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TaradharmaApril 9, 2012 at 7:37 AM
I agree with Cro. The shot of the shed next to the road with that SKY is particularly fabulous. Nicely done, T.
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Marylinn KellyApril 9, 2012 at 9:34 AM
The sky, such as we almost never experience, what what drew me in. Wonderful photos. xo
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UnknownApril 9, 2012 at 11:43 AM
Lots of ramshackle east of those mountains! Love the photos.
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T. April 9, 2012 at 10:23 PM
Tara, it was indeed an exceptional sky on Saturday in the high desert.

I am in awe of the planet.

xo
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T. April 9, 2012 at 10:24 PM
Thank you, Marylinn. I'm always glad you've stopped by.

--T.
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T. April 9, 2012 at 10:24 PM
John, I'd bet that you know your share of these misbegotten structures!
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