Driving north on Hwy 62 towards Crater Lake one of the small towns I went through was Fort Klamath. There’s not much in Fort Klamath as far as I could tell. It’s a one street town that time has forgotten, the place looked deserted.
One of the abandoned buildings did catch my attention but I kept on driving. A few minutes later I still couldn’t shake the image of the tattered curtain blowing through the broken windowpane. I knew that if I didn’t turn around right then the opportunity to capture the image would be lost forever. So I started heading back to town…
The building was totally abandoned and full of cardboard, trash and old furniture. It did have a no trespassing sign up so I’m guessing I wasn’t the first person to notice the place. I had no desire to go inside, I was perfectly content standing outside capturing this moment in time.
After I finished taking photos of the building that brought me back to this town I spotted the gas station a cross the street that was in disrepair.
I found myself wondering what happened to these places, what made people stop coming here, did the owners just pack up and walk away, or is it that they just couldn’t survive during the economic downturn in such a seasonal location.
