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Abandoned birdhouse.
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I own you, don't I? |
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I own you, don't I? |
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Central State Hospital
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I own you, don't I? |
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I own you, don't I? |
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The ghost town of Boulanger, Oklahoma
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From Rader
trophy1 by DanRich, on Flickr
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This is the old Sante Fe depot from the oil boom ghost town of Apperson, OK. It was moved to the ghost town of Burbank in the 1930's and has been used as a barn ever since.
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Cold beer.
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The house of Rooster Cogburn.... sort of.
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Great shot, as always DW. I noticed you didn't post any location information for these last few images; are they all from Burbank?
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Posted by Imbroglio
Great shot, as always DW. I noticed you didn't post any location information for these last few images; are they all from Burbank?
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No, the house is in SE Oklahoma, near the Arkansas border. Per local legend, it belonged to Rooster Cogburn. The guy who wrote True Grit used this guys name and a composite of several US Marshals out of Fort Smith Arkansas to create the character. This Rooster was on the wrong side of the law.
The farm house was south of Stillwater, just happened across it while coming back from Plano.
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Love that farmhouse...
Driven to Decay...
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Midtown Tulsa
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Nice. My first thought was evil villain lair.
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Ghost town of Filson, OK.
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Ghost town of Albion, OK.
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Ins and Outs, thats a good one. One from wandering around this weekend east of the industrial park on the army corp land. Old concrete pedestals and clay piping encased in concrete everywhere back there. Need to check my map again and see what was out that far east.
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