Guest post by Frederick Manfred Simon.
December 26, 2018
The unmistakable silhouette of a GP30
heads headlong into a seething snow storm – snow like so much
desert sand – swirling about nearly obscures the image with flares
as the unavoidable profusion of flakes quickly form droplets on the
lens. Slipping by a dune of crumbling Washington State basalt on
century-old 90# sticks nearing MP 83 en route to Coulee City on the
CW sub is SW 2422. A former Santa Fe Cleburne rebuild more accustomed
to arid operations, she finds herself climbing down eponymous
Rattlesnake Hill. Whatever rattlesnakes may be around they are surely
in a state of stasis, holed up in a den as I insanely brave the
insane wind chill to bag this image the day after Christmas instead
of being holed up in my own warm den. And I ask myself as I have too
many times to count: “What makes me do such irrational things just
to get the shot?” I have no answer.
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