


Days Gone By +
Palouse, Washington
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Customer Reviews
The old homestead, tucked away in the rolling hills not far from Pullman, stood as a testament to time. As the setting sun dipped toward the horizon, it cast a warm, golden light across the weathered wood of the structure. The hues transformed the home into a glowing relic, highlighting every knot and grain in the timber.
I carefully framed the shot, capturing the play of light on the rustic walls. The sun's rays danced through broken windows, illuminating dust motes that hung in the still air. Surrounding wildflowers swayed gently, adding pops of color against the faded backdrop. Each click of the shutter felt like an intimate conversation with the past, with the home whispering stories of lives once lived there.
Palouse, Washington
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Customer Reviews
The old homestead, tucked away in the rolling hills not far from Pullman, stood as a testament to time. As the setting sun dipped toward the horizon, it cast a warm, golden light across the weathered wood of the structure. The hues transformed the home into a glowing relic, highlighting every knot and grain in the timber.
I carefully framed the shot, capturing the play of light on the rustic walls. The sun's rays danced through broken windows, illuminating dust motes that hung in the still air. Surrounding wildflowers swayed gently, adding pops of color against the faded backdrop. Each click of the shutter felt like an intimate conversation with the past, with the home whispering stories of lives once lived there.
Palouse, Washington
★ ★ ★ ★ ★
Customer Reviews
The old homestead, tucked away in the rolling hills not far from Pullman, stood as a testament to time. As the setting sun dipped toward the horizon, it cast a warm, golden light across the weathered wood of the structure. The hues transformed the home into a glowing relic, highlighting every knot and grain in the timber.
I carefully framed the shot, capturing the play of light on the rustic walls. The sun's rays danced through broken windows, illuminating dust motes that hung in the still air. Surrounding wildflowers swayed gently, adding pops of color against the faded backdrop. Each click of the shutter felt like an intimate conversation with the past, with the home whispering stories of lives once lived there.