In my book, barn wood is a color 😉 The weathered wood goes hand in hand with the dry high desert winter colors. This is the Pete French Round Barn which is about 10 miles down the road from us. Riddle Mountain is in the background. When visiting the Round Barn, it’s a MUST to see the Visitor’s Center; they have the best gift shop in Harney County!
For a little history…quoting from their website:
“The Pete French round barn is one of the stops on your (Jenkins) tour. It was here that cattle king Pete French trained horses (for driving) during the winter months. The inside of the barn is uniquely made from juniper posts and lumber that was hauled from over 60 miles from the north. The round barn was built in the late 1870’s or early 1880’s, the date is not certain. The barn remains much as it was in Pete French’s day with some minor repairs to the outside and roof. The (Jenkins) family donated the Pete French Round Barn to the state of Oregon in 1969.”
I spent the day in town and didn’t have the time (nor the patience) to attempt Bokeh which was today’s photo challenge.
I’ve been watching this old shed for years…and every year it sags just a little bit more. I will eventually have a sequence of photos with the final photo being the shed on the ground. I hope it will be in my lifetime…it’s a stubborn ol’ shed!
I’m standing inside the last remaining building of Old Princeton which happens to be on our ranch. This view is looking south to the rim rock and our house.
I wonder back in the early days what the view looked like then. Is where I’m standing where the telephone switchboard was? Or maybe a desk? What I do know is that when I step into the old building, it’s like stepping back in time.
This is an old house and out building across the valley from our place. I don’t know how old it is, but there is a house number on it above the front door, “82”, which is most likely from when they numbered the postal routes by route number and then house number…which has all changed now. I took the photo from the end of the drive way and framed the house with the barbed wire fence. Places like these always make me wonder who lived there and what happened to them.
My imagination wasn’t working well today…so, I decided to make my own rain out of a garden hose! But, I do love this old ladle that I found on the property a few years ago…who knows how old it might be.
I had to drive into town today for an appointment and some errands…and I always grab the camera because you never know what you might find that just has to be shot!
Over all the years we’ve been here, I’ve always admired the is ol’ homestead…but never took the time to pull over and take photos. Today was a typical spring day for us here in the high desert…wind, sunshine, rain, snow, hail and back to sunshine again. There was actually some sun coming through the clouds as I came up to the ol’ place. Seemed like as good of a time as any.
The Whiting Ranch family still owns the place, but I guess the house in not very livable. But I love the worn wood siding, the small barns, the corrals and especially the architecture of the barn roof (behind the house) and the windmill. I think this is fairly typical of the homesteads in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s around here…but none of them are in as good of shape as this one…if they’re even standing.
The day was spent in town. A long time, highly respected resident of Harney County was laid to rest. There is always an outpouring of community support in such times. His life was truly celebrated even though it was termed “a funeral.”
I had time to kill between setting up and the service. A walk on the downtown street (yes, singular…just one street) of Burns Oregon left time to reflect…and notice things not seen when driving by.
There are many grand old buildings such as this one with their doors locked; closed for business. Small town, rural America struggles along…it’s hard for entrepreneurs. Businesses come and go…similar to human life. It’s such an exciting event when a life is born, and the sadness can be overwhelming when their time has come.
But, our community goes on with hopes that things will get better.
….the front door to the “Old Princeton” store on our property. I’ve always wondered what the metal plate on the door was for. I assume it had something written on it, but there isn’t anything left of it now. I like how the door window lines up with a window on the other side of the building; that’s the rim rock in snow you see through the windows (and yes, that is sky you see through the roof).
You can see other photos of “Old Princeton” from my January 8 post.