Central Oregon

Growing up on the west coast I saw most of California and Oregon west of the 5. We didn’t venture east. My dad loved the ocean and the mountains, the redwoods, and the lake he grew up camping at so that’s where we went for family outings. I didn’t realize until later in life that my heart is in the desert. When I relocated to the east coast for work I missed the freedom the desert affords. It’s rare to find fences in the desert and no one seems to mind your presence there. People are almost as rare as the fences in most cases. As a photographer this is nice. On the east coast every piece of land is accounted for. Public lands exist but the density of the landscape requires a different approach then out west.

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