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wall + window + screen

If you combine a series of country roads, each one smaller than the one before, and a sign that indicates a church down a narrow lane, I will check it out every time. It’s just a thing I do.

Freestone County, Texas
photographed 8.15.2021

steam + heat

My dad was a Train Guy. He was so much a Train Guy that he had a favorite locomotive, the one called Big Boy, a behemoth built by Union Pacific. It was in fact the largest steam locomotive ever build, weighing in at around 560 tons. He used to talk about this locomotive a lot.

So when we found out that Big Boy was out on tour this summer, we decided to go see it. For my dad. It was a six-hour drive from home to a place where we could intersect the route, so off we went. We first saw the train roll through a small town – it took less than a minute for it to pass us, all steam and noise and rumbling tracks. From there, we trailed it to Mexia, where it had a scheduled 45-minute stop. There were crowds on both sides of the tracks – seeing giant locomotive was a surprisingly popular afternoon activity.

So, yes, if you’re doing the math you’ll notice that we drove a total of 12 hours to see the train for 45 minutes and 42 seconds. It was worth it, though, because it gave us a chance to remember my dad and his love of trains.

Mexia, Texas
photographed 8.15.2021

Crossed

Late afternoon utility line shadow crosses the church’s facade.

Brooklyn, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.2.2015

slow/water

Most of the time in Nova Scotia we stayed as close to the ocean as we could get. Like many people who grew up on the Plains, I am most comfortable when I can see a long horizon in front of me. Oceans provide this, of course, and also add in some foreground scenery that’s definitely not what I am used to seeing below a horizon line.

One day we decided to head toward the middle, away from the ocean. And that’s how we happened up on this little piece of the Mersey River.

Milton, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.2.2015

in front of all this beauty

A lighthouse up the hill behind me, and the north Atlantic way down there, shrouded in the fog. It was lovely.

Cape Forchu Lighthouse
Cape Forchu, Nova Scotia
photographed 8.3.2015