The Columbia Plateau ranges over eastern Oregon and Washington, into Idaho, a vast tract of land defined by the rain shadow of the Cascades and split by the worn scar of the Columbia River. Here, the landscape embodies a time since passed, the fleeting vision of an unsung dream, where the remnants of the agricultural golden age are being reclaimed by the inexorable pull of nature’s cycles. Dilapidated buildings stand like forgotten buoys in a sea of pale grass; markers that once held meaning now float, adrift. Above them all, the Cascade peaks of Hood and Adams stand watch, sentinels indifferent to the impermanent landscape. It’s a place for reflection and for stillness, and though the wind howls over these plains most days, its song is one of solitude, of memories and things long lost.