Standing beneath the concrete arches in Rosalia, you’d be forgiven for thinking you’d stumbled upon a Roman aqueduct in the middle of the Washington Palouse. This is the Rosalia Railroad Bridge—a 1915 architectural 'power move' by the Milwaukee Road to outshine its rivals. Today, the steam engines are gone, replaced by the quiet of the Palouse to Cascades trail, leaving behind a weathered monument where industrial ambition meets the rolling hills.

Most drivers push right through Steptoe on their way down Highway 195, eyes fixed on the horizon. But as a photographer, the massive grain elevators and the quiet decay of the town pulled me in. From an abandoned gas station to the rusting chrome of vintage cars, here is a photo essay on finding unexpected beauty in the 'blink-and-you'll-miss-it' corners of the Palouse.