Feed on
Posts
Comments

Archive for January, 2006

Martin Burwash

Dawn can take its time along the Clark Fork. The ground fog lies thick along the river, laying its damp, gray blanket over the landscape. Even after the rising sun crests the eastern mountains, its heat, its light is quickly absorbed by the wet shroud. (more)

 

Read Full Post »

1915 – Dungeness River

Mike Smith

I wasn’t born when the Chicago, Milwaukee, St. Paul & Pacific bridged the Dungeness River in Sequim, (pronounced Squim) Washington, at the north end of the Olympic Peninsula. Indeed, neither my parents nor grandparents had been born. Chances are you were not around when this bridge was built, either….(more)

Read Full Post »

C&O Independence

lothes19

I didn’t spent as much time in my native West Virgina last year as I have in years past, but the visits I made were very enjoyable. I spent the 4th of July weekend visiting family in my old hometown of St. Albans, along the Chesapeake & Ohio mainline that holds my earliest railroad memories. (more)

 

Read Full Post »

Martin Burwash

The toughest thing for me to do is slam that car door and head on foot into the dark of a cold, dreary Cascade morning. Leaving the warmth of the heater, camera back pack weighing down my back, I know before I even step out, the results of a day in the wet will probably not come close to the effort put forth. (more)

 

Read Full Post »