Inspiration: hills and cars.

Last summer I traveled to John Day Fossil Beds National Monument in Oregon to see the Painted Hills and dig for fossils.  We ended up with a relatively large collection of fossilized leaves and insects.  While driving to the Monument we stopped in a small ghost town that was seemingly deserted along the highway.  There were no people on the streets or in the stores.  The motel was shut down and empty.  There were old cars scattered along the road and in the grass fields behind the buildings.  It was eery and beautiful.  It was an accidental paradise.  All pictures taken by me.  (This post is for Ben because he wants to visit the Painted Hills)