Looking out into the pastures below my parents’ barns.
Llamas coming for a closer look.
The railroad trestle.
The creek was flowing right along.
A big maple tree.
The trestle through the trees.
Looking up through the woods.
An old bottle in a small creek tributary.
A small waterfall.
Tree ferns on an old rotting log.
Poofy trying to have me pet her while I was trying to take a photo of her.
In the back acreage.
Looking out into the Willamette Valley above Rex Hill Vineyard.
Looking down toward Chehalem Valley.
I hope you kept that bottle. That’s an awesome old bottle
It has been there for as long as I can remember. I don’t think it is going anywhere anytime soon 🙂