The key to finding ghosts in Eastern Washington is to search for the trees.
Now when I say “ghosts”, I’m not talking ephemeral shimmers at the peripheral edge of sight or cunning shadows; I’m searching for bones of the past, that which stubbornly remains despite passing into memory: homesteads, farms, buildings ruined in the sun which once brimmed with the passions of those who first settled the region.
Trees. The settlers planted them for shade, or they built near streams. The landscape here undulates, and an entire farm can disappear behind a hillock. But trees give away their location. Poplars and fallen ash trees denote this site, although they’re just outside of the frame in this image. I took this infrared photo with a Hoya IR filter (720 nm).