This was taken at one of my favorite nearby establishments. A group of very hearty prickly pear cactus and agave, backed up by the adobe wall of bottles make for a little feast on the eyes, whilst waiting to feast. Randomly, I once had a dream I fell into these beauties and a very kind person, who shall remain nameless, painstaking removed the spurs from body.

The Wanderer

I’ve long been wanting to visit the old cemetery out in Oro Grande and today became that day. The mothership happened to be in town, so I dragged her along too.

The town of Oro Grande dates back to 1852 with the founding of a trading post along the Mojave River. Gold mining operations began shortly after. During the early 1900’s, a cement factory was built, which still runs today. You can see it in the background, below.


Soon after entering the gates of the cemetery we were greeted by the caretaker, a friendly and very informative gentleman. He actually grew up there and lives in the house his father had built, just down the road. He told us various stories of some of the people buried there and showed us all the plots with actual foot or headstones. Before we left he gave us both souvenir pins, which are actually pretty cool!


Down on the main road, which once was Route 66, there were a handful of business in operation, mostly antique stores and there were of course abandoned ones too.

The “Mohawk” service station.

Bank of Oro Grande

Speaking of those antique shops, I couldn’t resist bringing these two pieces home with me.

I’m a sucker for military styling and most anything with superb details, these had both. I could live without the fringe, but for the impeccable condition and the fact they fit like they were made for me, I chose to overlook it. I may one day decide to part with one or both of these, but for now, I’m impatiently waiting for Fall.

Overall today was tops. It was incredibly beautiful out, the kind of day that makes living here so worth it and I got to cross another ghouly adventure off my to-do list.

no filter needed

Oh how I miss the days of film photography. When everything was a little bit luck, a lot of skill and a great eye. Don’t get me wrong, I love things like Instagram, but it also makes a lot of people think they’re actual photographers, not to mention, nothing like they do in real life. I say all of this because I came across the most beautiful grouping of vintage celebrity photographs, via Vanity Fair. The colors, gah!

Take a looksy, you’ll be glad you did.