Wandering Myrtle Point:
Photos, Laughs, and Classic Small-Town Weirdness
Myrtle Point: A Snapshot of 2021’s Tensions and Nostalgia
Myrtle Point wasn’t just a trip—it was a snapshot of 2021’s bizarre mix of freedom and tension. In May, right after the COVID-19 mask mandate was lifted, we took a trip there with our two Shelties, Bastion and Nacho. It was that classic Oregon coastal vibe—misty, salty air that seeps into your bones. Before heading inland, we stopped by the Coquille River Lighthouse, where the gloomy weather screamed Goonies.
Pretending my dogs were starring in The Lighthouse, I couldn't resist a few quotes as I snapped their photos. "Yer fond of me lobster, ain't ye?" I muttered, my hands shaking the camera as I giggled under my breath. Imagining my Shelties as the movie’s characters was the laugh I needed that day.
A Small Town with Big Personalities
Arriving in Myrtle Point, we killed time at the local thrift/antique store. It’s the kind of place you expect to find quirky treasures, but we found something else entirely. Masked up (thanks, pandemic), we were greeted by a man in a Trump-swaddled sedan yelling from across the street, “Hey, why you wearin’ a mask? You don’t gotta wear masks no more!” With a polite wave, I replied, “Thanks, but we’re good.”
This guy, in a full-on Trump shirt, followed us into the antique store, where he promptly asked the lady behind the counter for anything Trump-related. His car, by the way, was so decked out in Trump gear that it looked like a parody—like he stepped out of a satirical skit. He marched right up to the register and, without missing a beat, demanded to buy every piece of Trump memorabilia they had. The old lady behind the counter hadn’t even finished listing what they had before he interrupted, “I’ll buy it all.”
Feeling Out of Place
As we browsed, my camera hanging around my neck like some satanic artifact, the side-eye was real. It felt like they were trying to set us on fire with their stares. Every “Can I help you?” got louder, closer, and more aggressive, like the unspoken question was really, “When are you leaving?” By the fourth time, I laughed out loud. It was as if they were daring us to make it out without buying something.
A Town Stuck in Time
The town was decked out for the 4th of July, patriotism being served up with the subtlety of a firehose. Walking around, taking photos, I noticed the mundane details—those things that might become the most important parts of the story later. That’s the beauty of holding a camera; it forces you to see the world differently.
Despite the odd encounters, it was a beautiful day, and it’s always special to see my mom, even if Myrtle Point isn’t exactly thriving—meth and high prices make it a tough spot.
The Spark of a Lifelong Passion
Growing up in Oregon with my mom was an adventure, and she’s the reason I fell in love with photography. I was about five, in Talent, Oregon. My mom was setting up a tripod at dusk, and I rolled over on my Big Wheel tricycle—the kind Danny Torrence rode in The Shining. I asked what she was doing, and she explained she was taking a photo of cars driving by. Watching her anticipate the moment to press the shutter had me hooked.
When I saw the developed photo—a streak of red and orange light against a backdrop of plant life near a pond—I was blown away. “Mom took a picture so quick of a car going so fast that it did this!” I excitedly showed everyone, convinced she had captured something fleeting, like magic.
Of course, I misunderstood the technique, but when I finally learned about slow shutter speeds, it all clicked—pun intended. That’s when I knew photography would be a part of my life forever.
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