I can almost hear the cicadas along this neat country road on a hot, humid and hazy September 11, 1988, at Pinola Indiana. Around the curve rolls a westbound Conrail coal train headed for Chicago.
A continuously growing album of photos that IMHO reveal the awesome and seldom-seen beauty of the railroad world from the dimming of day to dawn's early light! From dusk to dawn, trains roll on! (I'm still finding gems of sunset-to-sunrise surprises!)
