"IF A LIFETIME CAN BE LIKENED TO A DAY, THEN THIS IS HAPPY HOUR!"
Mother, Mother Ocean
Mother, Mother Ocean, I've heard you call Wanted to sail upon your waters since I was three feet tall You've seen it all, you've seen it all
Watched the men who rode you, switch from sails to steam In your belly you hold the treasures, few have ever seen Most of 'em dream, most of 'em dream
Yes, I am a pirate, two hundred year's too late The cannons don't thunder, there's nothin' to plunder I'm an over-forty victim of fate Arriving too late, arriving too late
"Size matters not. Look at me. Judge me by my size, do you? Hmm? Hmm. And well you should not. For my ally is the Force, and a powerful ally it is." ―Yoda, to Luke Skywalker
Counted the Stars
Counted the stars on the 4th of July Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky Talking about redemption and leaving things behind I have these pictures and I keep these photographs To remind me of a time These pictures and these photographs Let me know I'm doin' fine We used to be so happy once upon a time Once upon a time But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line And the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
""SOME SEE A GLASS AS HALF FULL, SOME SEE IT AS HALF EMPTY, I JUST WANT TO KNOW WHO’S DRINKING MY RUM."
Friday, April 08, 2016
BNSF 5402 East on a rainy day
I was in the right turn lane for California City Boulevard when I saw this train's headlight coming around the curve from Sanderson and Mojave Junction.
I pulled into the area that big rigs use to spend the night and broke out the Nikon.
Some are good and some are not that good. It was raining and the camera would focus on the traffic on CA 58 and screw me up a bit.
It turned out to be an empty grain train. A loaded one this length would need at least two or three more locomotives.
I would guess that he was moving at track speed which is 65 mph on the BNSF Mojave Sub.
I still love trains. One of these days, I am going to go to Barstow and shoot pictures of trains on the Needles Sub to the east of Barstow and the Cajon Sub west of Barstow going to San Bernardino.