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Documenting and archiving remnants of western history, and the unknown fate of rural American communities.

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unincorporated pt: 3 welcome to Simnasho, one of my new favorite places in Oregon. An incredibly scenic drive will take you down into a valley from mt hood into the warm springs reservation.

Roughly established in the late 1800s was a Presbyterian Settlement, (broken buildings in photo) it was abandoned in sometime in the 1900s to merge the settlement with another Presbyterian branch located in warm springs.

A post office came and went as did many stores, schools, and people. Now you will see a lot of (what i assume) were feral dogs. however there are a few remaining lived in homes in the area. (unfortunately the town was not included on census count) Cattle grazes freely over the land and i could be wrong but some horses looked to be wild.

As always respect the land, especially reservation land. and be kind to the people you meet. this one had me thinking a lot and safe to say gave me a few new outlooks on life. thanks for listening and have a great day.

(pts 1 and 2 of unincorporated on @stillnotwelcome)

(information is as accurate as i could find apologies if anything was misinformed or left out)

#oregon #abandoned #unincorporated #photography by @grimremains

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Off a lonely stretch of highway and near “a speck of a town” sits someone’s old birdwatching setup. Complete with a wicker chair, a beautiful fountain, and off in the distance a shrine to St Francis of Assisi. In his arms he carries a few stuffed animals and marble figurines of varying condition.

Upon searching for the symbolism that stood before me, I turned to my Aunt Annette, who has many times been helpful in solving my questions with the religious imagery I come across. She had the following to say about St Francis.

“Francis was reverently in love with all natural phenomena—sun, moon, air, water, fire, flowers; his quick warm sympathies responded to all that lived. His tenderness for and his power over animals were noted again and again. From his companions we have the story of his rebuke to the noisy swallows who were disturbing his preaching at Alviano: “Little sister swallows, it is now my turn to speak; you have been talking enough all this time.” We hear also of the birds that perched attentively around when he told them to sing their Creator’s praises, of the rabbit that would not leave him at Lake Trasymene, and of the tamed wolf of Gubbio — all incidents that have inspired innumerable artists and story tellers.”

My best wishes to whoever still/once enjoys natures songs from this beautiful oasis in the desert, and thank you for letting me catch a glimpse. by @grimremains

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Somewhat of a routine, I stop here every time I make my way past Locust Grove.
A presence I can no longer find lingers in your walls.
To me, an effigy of a man who didn’t know of its existence yet for some reason the association is there.
And unfortunately he didn’t get to hear.
One day I will hopefully have a chance to tell of these walls. by @grimremains

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Most of her customers have moved away. Now the solid, 80 year old store building where Mrs. Moore and her two older sons lives have started to twist apart as water causes shifts in the soil. The basement is flooded. The toilet is about to quit as rising water invades the septic-tank field, and her well water is almost unusable.

“We’ll keep toughing it out”

Read the full story of Lawen on my substack! Link will be posted in bio ♡ thanks for the support by @grimremains

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Klamath Country. Real beautiful area with some interesting history, nearby up and off the highway is the town of Bly. Only mainland deaths during the second World War occurred there when a Japanese balloon bomb exploded killing a local pastors wife and several children on a picnic.

The land is cheap and plentiful down there, water is the exact opposite. The eastern portion of the county unfortunately attracts many of Oregons least desirable characters. Only place anyone has ever made an attempt on my life during my travels was just East of the town Dairy.

I made a brief stop outside what can only be described as a compound attached to a large junkyard. On one of the junkyard vans was a lovely message aimed towards 43rd President.

What in Sam Hills going on? by @grimremains

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7 months ago

8 mile - Endersby by @grimremains

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Everyone has the right to be stupid, but you’re abusing the privilege. 2025-2026 - Oregon by @grimremains

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Silent as one can be, a lone pickup truck pulls into the deserted streets of the once prospering town of Golden, Oregon. Parking next to the former Campbellite church, a man hops out and props a ladder against the side of the building, and starts climbing the belfry. He had planned to steal the old church bell, and just about had it too. Upon dislodging the protective boards, a shot rang out in the distance, and violently collided with the church bell causing an ominous ring. Whether or not the second shot hit its intended target, is a tale left for time, yet that old bell still remains to this day.

Read the full story of Golden on my substack! Link in bio ♡ by @grimremains

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9 months ago

The wide open spaces are closing in quickly, this old county sign remains as one last little touch of individuality in a world of standardization.

Spanning just over 10,000 square miles, Harney County is the 10th largest county in the United States, yet sits at a population of less than 8,000 people. Thats less than one person per square mile. Dead gopher snakes are a far more common sight on the vast stretches of highway, opposed to another traveler.

But the few locals I meet are always kind, and eager to tell a story. From ancient mega fires, crashed ww2 bombers, to wars not mentioned in history books.

I find myself relying less on a map or a book, and more on the tales of a stranger. by @grimremains

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Unincorporated: The History of Warner Valley, is out now on substack! This massive story had to be divided into 2 parts, with the first part being dedicated to the original inhabitants, early exploration, and war.

Link to the article is in my bio! Thanks for all your support! I’m excited for this story to continue! taken in Oregon by @grimremains

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