A fast moving eastbound passes before the great rock below the summit of Sherman Hill moments before the sun breaks the rock blinding me. The morning winter light stirs my soul. The profile of the Great Pink Panther casts his shadow on me.
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!)