At The Playground

I'm lucky to have a historic place to go to for photography. So when our portion of the Willamette Valley was cloaked in fog yesterday, I decided spur-of-the-moment to beat the blahs and drive to Thompson's Mills to look for pictures.

Morning temperatures were slightly below freezing when I left, but the highway was dry and clear, and uneventful. I stopped at the store in Shedd for a Snickers, and shortly afterwards was extending the legs on my Gitzo.

You already know, if you read this blog, that I've been photographing at Thompson's since this past summer. For me it is a playground, pure and simple. All that clanking machinery once run by hard-working no-nonsense people? Teeter-totters and swings to me. It's a place where recess never ends, because nothing I do there is work (although with the acceptance of my volunteer's hat I did agree to get a bit dirty. Maybe.)

Unlike the stubborn fog, my photographic spirits lifted quickly as I sought out new subjects. I hadn't expected to find an arcade game, although it had been in plain sight all along. I wandered the ground floor for hours that way.

Discoveries, like that candy bar, are sweet treats.