Wednesday, January 6, 2010

January 6, 2010



One's feet can be the easel or the venue of life.



one small spot of snow left balanced in the green.


The railroad bridges that surround this valley fascinate me, and the fact that we use the railroad so infrequently mystifies me, too. I heard the rumble and ran for my camera before work this morning.

I took 93 pictures today and only documented a small portion of my day, but the train got the most attention. But I need to learn how to photograph the train.... I didn't capture the roll well enough.

1 comment:

  1. wouldn't life be more interesting if we all had works of art on the soles of our feet?

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