Slipping out of Union Station, one of the last runs for the night on the Metra Southwest Service is bound for Manhattan (the one in Illinois). Heading under a multitude of overhead signals guiding its path out of town, the train picks up speed and the conductor begins to collect tickets, his unmistakable figure (complete with hat) silhouetted in the rear window of the train car. Read the rest of this entry »
Today let’s so back into the archives, to a photo from a warm fall afternoon from far western Iowa, near Woodbine. The Boyer River valley is quite scenic, especially when the fall colors are popping out amongst the hills and dales. As the sun sank lower, and lit up those bright colors, this scene presented itself as I drove over a hill, on a worn gravel road.
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