Some of the archaic structures throughout the Nebraska Sandhills are clearly abandoned, having been left to languish and decay, while others are preserved as witnesses and shrines to a bygone era. The horse stable (I’m guessing based on the large decorative horseshoe) below is apparently one of the latter. Just behind it lies miniature badlands canyons scattered with…
I don’t think our roadtrip through the Sandhills could have been complete without a stop at Carhenge, in Alliance, Nebraska. And as oddball as this roadside attraction is, I was surprised to learn that it was designed and built with painstaking accuracy to the layout of Stonehenge itself.
For the next few days, I’ll be posting some of the rural photographs from our Toadstool trip—scenes that are very typical of the Nebraska Sandhills, of the abandoned and forgotten, the quirky Americana, and the landscape itself, which often contains some relic of a homestead or machinery from many generations past and that has been…
The trip that Daniel and I took to Toadstool Geologic Park was timed ideally for night photography, having been one day removed from the new moon. We really wanted to get some spectacular shots of the Milky Way, and Toadstool is situated far, far away from any urban light pollution. Although I did not end…
Here is one of the few Toadstool images that I kept in color. It was taken at sunrise at the boundary of Toadstool, near the Hudson-Meng Bison Kill trailhead.
Complementing the alien beauty and spectacle of Toadstool is a profound peace, a stillness that belies the forces that have shaped it and will continue to shape it for eons to come. It’s the faint hum of permanence, a mere lull in the ponderous cycle and toil of sand and water and wind–those indifferent forces…
