Oh that’s where I parked it!

Oh, THAT'S where I parked it!

This old car sat in a field a few miles from Mansfield, Washington. Standing outside of the farmhouse next to this overgrown plot was a woman holding an infant. Four other children played in the grass nearby. I pulled into the drive and introduced myself as the photography teacher at Bridgeport High School, then asked if I could take a few photos of the vehicle. She kindly agreed, so I returned a short while later with my camera, then gifted several prints to the woman the following day.

I’m glad I stopped. Like so many photographic opportunities, this one would’ve passed by had I not taken an interest, as the car is no longer there. Or, perhaps my visit rekindled the farmer’s plans for this junker? Either way, shortly after my visit, the farmer pulled it from the weeds, parked it by the road with a “For Sale” sign, and it was gone within days. Now, most likely it’s either stashed in a garage as someone’s project, or it’s a rustic adornment full of flowers in a different front yard.

© Brad Skiff

Yellow, Still

yellow truck

When I was six, I tried to make a fossil. After seeing pictures of ancient leaf imprints in a first grade primer, I sprinted home from the bus stop determined to make a specimen of my own. I found two flat rocks (an obvious requirement, since all the photos showed leaves neatly pressed upon sheared shale), then I plucked a fresh leaf and sandwiched it between the stones. I gently set my soon-to-be fossil by the mailbox and checked it daily.

Obviously, the school lesson that day made an imprint on my mind. Dinosaurs and their remnants dominated my interests for years after, but my puerile experiment was quickly forgotten, since a suitable image did not develop in the week or so demanded by youthful impatience.

As an adult my interests haven’t changed much. I find abandoned wrecks and homesteads just as intriguing as the Stegosaurus bones I imagined I uncovered on City Beach. I often wonder of the life that once flowed through my discoveries as I photograph them. This truck is located at a small farm just outside of Pearrygin Sate Park, near Winthrop, Washington. I have a couple of infrared shots of the vehicle posted in my blog, but here is that particular relic in all of its glorious color.


House in the Field

This is the reverse angle of a homestead near Waterville, Washington (one of my earliest posts was “In a field of wheat,” which shows this structure in infrared from the opposite side. (You can see it here).

I drove by this place not long ago and noticed it is starting to lean. Not many more winters ahead for this fellow, I imagine…

©Brad Skiff


This particular barn was located off of a side road near the little town of Farmer, Washington. I came across it a few years ago and made this image. I loved the perfect location of the windmill. Recently, I tried to find this particular barn, but the field that I thought it was in is now all grain.


The Fear of Dyer

Don’t take my picture, please, I’m not at my best.
The rest of my town was taken by fire, and I fear
now the awkward celebrity mired in my lines.

Leave me to the sage of Dyer Hill. Promise you’ll delete
that photo, just as age withers the lies of triumphant love,
gloved to the souls who trusted in me.


House on Dyer Hill
Taken with a Hoya infrared 720nm filter