Wednesday, January 8, 2020
As I sat writing the blog today I could hear a distant train whistle. That sound never bothers me as it actually brings back wonderful memories of my childhood. We lived fairly close to the tracks and could hear and see trains all day. I remember especially the Peninsula 400 passenger train that was operated by the Chicago and North Western Railway between Ishpeming, MI and Chicago, IL as it would go around the bend early in the morning heading towards the depot it would blow its horn. I got to ride that train between Escanaba and Chicago more then once with my mom going to or coming from visiting with her sisters in Chicago. One of those memories of a different slower paced time. It is wonderful how life flows on day by day and little things bring back thoughts of days gone by bringing a special moment of smiling peace into our hearts. For me a reminder of how lucky I am to have the memories.
|Before the sun came up over the Cargo Muchacho Mountains|
|some beautiful color filled the sky|
|to start the day.|
|The sun just starting to peek up over the mountains.|
|Yes, I am playing with the effects setting on my camera again.|
|I like how it looks like a ball of light sitting on the mountains.|
|and our neighbor's|
|homes in the early morning light.|
|I am heading towards a chair and my warm shawl and soon|
the coffee will be ready. Tom will bring two mugs out and we
will sit in the warm sunlight as another wonderful day begins.
|It seems like we have been busy running a lot but this morning|
|we sat and watched the sun slowly light up the desert.|
|Then it slipped under the clouds|
|and everything seemed to have a blue tint to it.|
|It is beautiful how the sun and the clouds cause shadow to|
dance across the mountains.
|Even the dunes in the distance are filled with shadows.|
|Tom has everything ready for tonight's fire.|
|Again playing with the camera's effects.|
It looked like the sun exploded out from the clouds.
|I forgot to change it back to normal and took this picture.|
The clouds looked almost like smoke signals in the distance.
A ride back into the Cargo Muchacho Mountains to see some mines.
Jerry had taken Deb for ride a couple of days before into the mountains in search of some old mines out there. Doug had asked Deb for directions and she volunteered to do one better and ride along. They invited Tom and I to go along but I was cooking something I wanted to finish besides I honestly do not enjoy checking out old mines as much as Tom does. It sounded, from the talk during happy hour, that they all had a good time. The following are pictures Tom took while they were out and about.
|Looking down at the bottom of an open pit mine.|
|The colors are beautiful|
|and the shadows add to the beauty.|
|Deb, Doug and Yuma|
taking pictures of the mine.
| I asked Tom what this was and he said, a pipe sticking|
out and he thought it was interesting.
|Doug and Yuma went in to check things out.|
Tom said, he and Deb decided to stay outside.
|Doug making his way back out.|
Yuma had scooted out quickly before him.
|Doug trying to get a picture looking down the mine shaft.|
|A very deep hole.|
|Tom nicely framed the mountains in the back with what|
may of at one time been windows.
|Stepping outside around 5 o'clock I noticed the moon was|
already up and ready to join us for the evening.
|A train going by in the distance.|
|The sun quickly slips down behind the mountains|
|Some pink afterglow is beautiful to see|
|as the darkness of the night sky slowly descends on us.|
|Tom built us a lovely fire. We moved our chairs in another|
circle and the easy flow of conversation continued as
we watched the flames dance as the darkness enfolded us.
|I used my flash for this picture of the twilight.|
|Doug had left and we are still sitting with Deb and Riley|
as we watch the last of the fire's glow.
It was a very good day out here off of Ogilby Road. A beautiful sunrise started our day. Tom enjoyed a ride out into the mountains with friends. In the company of good friends we sat and watched the sun leave our day. Then our day ended in the warmth of a desert campfire. Another day to slip into the pages of our memory book.
There is a quietness in the darkness here that is only broken by the sound of a train going by in the distance. As I finish writing this that is the sound I hear. It is late and time for bed.
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