As luck would have it, a freight train came roaring through and I managed to get some shots though I did miss the lead engine.
Turning back to the car, I spotted a dead chicken next to the passenger door. That would have been an unpleasant surprise to step onto had I had company with me. No picture. I'm not that bad. It would take a lot for me to start taking pictures of roadkill. Ugh.
Trains have been on my mind lately and I've been dreaming quite a lot as well. Trains are my quintessential symbol of travel. Just as lighthouses show me the safe harbors, trains are my preferred form of long distance travel. I can't afford them anymore but my memories of the time when I did travel via train are sharp and long lasting.
Thinking of travel got me to thinking of safety and security, two very big words in my personal book of life. That naturally got me to thinking of Holy Mother. Now, I never promised my train of thought (pardon my pun) would be a straight one but in my natural progression of rambling thought, She is a concluding destination I find myself at frequently. So . . .
. . . I let the rambling thoughts flow and I wondered if there was a Lady of Travelers, or Lady of Railroads or Trains, or maybe a Lady of the Highways. Google led me a merry dance and I found this wonderful shrine built against the side of a church in Bent, New Mexico.
Finding this shrine also landed me HERE at a charming blog I'm going to start following. The writer does not share her name but she shares her observations and insights in a simple and totally unaffected way. I imagine that she speaks very much as she writes and for me, that is the best sort of writing.
But best of all, she is from Missouri which is where my husband is from and where we are going next year for a few months. No wonder I connected with her. She has the same easy sense about her that Don has.
Wishing you a blessed time in what remains of your Monday. May Mary be with you.