morning walk

Been walking a lot, actually, while Russell rides his bike back and forth to Corvallis dealing with the enormously expensive car repair we had to deal with mid-vacation. Yeah, I know. But better the car act up now than on a mountain pass later.

Philomath is an old logging town in decline. But the signs of its past glory are everywhere. And the log trucks still ramble through on a regular basis



On our morning walk yesterday, Jake and I passed by an old, closed "antique" shop with photo ops I had to go back out for today:






Down the block from the shop is a sign that brings home to me that I'm not home



although the logger truck was a clue, too.