You found it!!! you found it!!!! Dr Fromanschlossers 'bovine cannon'.. I thought it was a myth.I saw some rough sketches when the Doctor and I worked in the Hovis plant, many years ago.As I recall the 2 chimneys are connected, the larger one contains a VERY heavy piston.If you look above the chimneys there is a cow just reaching the summit.What a shame you did not wait a moment longer, the cow will leap off into the narrow chimney.As it falls the air will be forced into the larger chimney lifting the piston.When the cow reaches the bottom (the breech) the heavy piston will fall driving the air back behind the cow and firing it out of the horizontal barrel.If I'm right there shouls be a McDonalds burger plant on the other side of the valley.Oh what joy...no-one believed me but this proves I'm not mad.....NO! nurse, no not the syrin.........

well after reading all these, I know I should add something of my own, but I don't know how. Great responses. Honestly, it looks like an abandoned mining area, with the yellowing from both no plant growth (exposed soils) and the minerals they were mining. Your postwork, too, has made it ghostly and jaundiced, like it got disease from sitting here so long. The highlighting around the smoke stacks is very fine, and the curved peaks---which look curved by use rather than weather---are very fitting at the very top of the image...a reminder of how deformed this land is. A ghostly, abandoned piece, and the spread of strange 'things' makes it perfect for a ghost town, as do your hues. Fine piece of work, tara. You're rejuvenated the dead... As for what it is...Ok. Those smokestacks are pipes, a very old musician lives inside the rock, he's been transcribing the complete works of Bach for this organ-y thing for over 200 years (Bach died in 1750), and his keyboard is buried in the deep earth that you showed us so generously (the piece goes down quite a ways before it stops). He's said to illuminate the lines of Bach so clearly, the stars themselves stop in their paths; and and when the lines make their way to the edges of the cosmos, the quarks & other strange astronomical items out there proclaim: "Someone speaks our language at last!" Bach was risen from the dead once by this strange organ, and said, "Gott im Himmel! Someone finally understood me!" And the organist---from inside the bowels of the earth---sent out a message through one of those stacks, which read: "Psssst. You're dead. Go back. This is my piece now!" Once this organ performed the entire St. Matthew Passion with the ghosts of the dead workers as the chorus, and St. Matthew crawled out of his grave---all the way over in the Middle East---and joined in. Once someone asked if they really make radioactive underpants here, and the answer was---from underneath the earth: "Is that Corey? The radioactive underpants are two blocks down. Tell him to get with it!"

Somewhere in eastern Oregon... Erecting processing like this was considered a great American venture. There was a need. Need ran out, no more money, and the bones remain because it is isolated and persons concerned about the planet earth haven't yet arrived. I guess the question is, will they arrive before the planet spits them all out. I'm here because I'm trying to regain something that is not regainable - but the illusion keeps me alive. What I see is the lone tree at the top of hill, still surviving. This image was a grabber in the thumbnail. I thought that it was a 3d render.

I love the lighting and the sky, it's a interesting shot...nice one Tara