Five Years
Exactly five years ago today, I returned from one of the most powerful and moving retreats I had ever attended. The graces given to me from this experience were immense and I couldn't help but feel such joy and elation as I returned from the retreat center in Michigan to my (then new) home in NW Ohio.
With little daylight left on a Sunday afternoon, I decided to head out trackside along the CSX Pemberville Sub to see what I could find. I found my way to this signal bridge just north of the line's namesake, where I got two southbounds in the evening light, the second one being this train, R394: manifest traffic from Detroit, MI to Cumberland, MD.
So much of this photo is gone: the signal, the train symbol; even the chances at seeing a lashup like this. While I don't know what prompted me to go out trackside this evening after such a powerful retreat experience, I'm thankful I did.
Five Years
Exactly five years ago today, I returned from one of the most powerful and moving retreats I had ever attended. The graces given to me from this experience were immense and I couldn't help but feel such joy and elation as I returned from the retreat center in Michigan to my (then new) home in NW Ohio.
With little daylight left on a Sunday afternoon, I decided to head out trackside along the CSX Pemberville Sub to see what I could find. I found my way to this signal bridge just north of the line's namesake, where I got two southbounds in the evening light, the second one being this train, R394: manifest traffic from Detroit, MI to Cumberland, MD.
So much of this photo is gone: the signal, the train symbol; even the chances at seeing a lashup like this. While I don't know what prompted me to go out trackside this evening after such a powerful retreat experience, I'm thankful I did.