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Colorful trees, a forest of pines, and thickets too dense to walk through offer a stunning contrast in the autumn colors. Baker Sanctuary near Marsh Lake
A natural gorge formed from Millstone Grit. There are some wonderful mosses, ferns and Liverworts on the walls of the gorge.
Backwoods, Staffordshire Moorlands UK 28th May 2012There is a legend about this place and the woods are allegedly haunted.
Disneylands Splash Mountain.
I got lots and lots of Disney vacation shots to torture you with...might be best to just look at the Disneyland set. bahaha sorry !! ;)
GU-1 comes out of the woods and over Freedom Street, just before the Hopedale yard limits. And no, that sedan in the far background is not on the track and did not get hit.
Hopedale, Mass., 10/28/14.
2023 Update: This trackage remains in daily service; the lead unit was the one survivor when the others pictured here were scrapped a couple years ago.
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Rifle in a gun rack hanging in the back glass
Buck knife on my belt, ain't no land for sale 'round here
Red clay country mud, sippin' on a cold Bud
Blue tick coon hound you know when I'm found out in the
Backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it's a real good life
In the backwoods, yes sir
Preacher's daughter couldn't get hotter
Floating that river on an inner tube with her, splash
Thirty five's and a lift kit how stuck can you get
Ain't that just my luck where's the chain I'm stuck out in the
Backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it's a real good life
In the backwoods, son
Out in the backwoods down in the holler
Out in the backwoods, workin' hard for a dollar in the
Backwoods yeah we get it done right
Work hard, play hard, hold my baby tight
Lordy have mercy it's a real good life
In the backwoods, down in the holler son
Down in the backwoods
'No Cartoons Before School II'
BACKWOODS EXHIBITION
Aerosol, Acrylic on Canvas.
1000 x 1000mm
2007.
SOLD
The Good Ol' Boys are back at it. This time they're having a little cook out.
It only took 2 weeks, but I finally got it uploaded. This was the product of two or three, 2-3 hour build sessions in early May, usually right before I took my exams that day.
Enjoy.
Wyre forest Bewdley
Two pics the same because A/Elements took so long to upload i canceled it only to find 10min later there it was !!
Late in the day along the CSX PD Sub we see W043-11 with L&N 8069 running hard up home rails near the Escambia River. I am at the Bogia Road crossing looking south on a late afternoon. The nice depth of field, light, and motors, all add to a very typical Florida scene for the lowly work train. He'd run on clear signals north for a long, long, time upon reaching the end of dark territory a few miles ahead in Flomaton.
On a special photo freight run at the Southern Appalachia Railway Museum, L&N 1315 crosses one of several bridges on the line through the former K-25 nuclear facility near Oak Ridge, Tennessee.
In the backwoods of Michigan, one of Escanaba and Lake Superior's SD9s works to switch the Channing yard as they build their southbound train.
Came a long way up this road just to end here forever, three kilometers in the forest from the next nearest home. You've got a civic address, for reasons I can't guess, but that meant the census takers had to visit in spring. Their papers were hanging on the door when I first came here, now blown downwind and nowhere to be seen. Don't know what your dreams were, maybe build a big cabin, overlooking the swampy stillwater of West Moose River. You took your kids up here, and saw what they thought of the scrub brush and biting insects, but I bet they were bored in their hot metal boxes. They might look back nostalgic on backwoods weekends, those strange days that Dad took them far from the madding crowd. These times have turned to rot and rust, and a billion bugs breeding in the shell.
July 14, 2021
Annapolis County, Nova Scotia
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WAMX 112 leads the tour train southbound from Canyon rolling downgrade through picturesque Mekatina, deep in the backwoods of the Algoma District. Mekatina Station was once a bustling outpost on the ACR complete with a station and full-time operator, now only accessed by long, rough, and winding backroads for the remote camps in the area. Only remnants of its past remain and like many places on the ACR, Mekatina is sadly just a shadow of what it once was - MP 64 Soo Subdivision.
Somewhere along the Skutz Falls Main logging road we came across this little stream deep in the rainforest.
The places you find when you are out exploring unmapped areas.
Near Duncan, BC.
Bayard is a tiny hamlet southwest of Regina with only a handful of mostly empty houses and former businesses. In winter it looks particularly deserted. Somewhat disturbingly on the wall of this old shed was hanging what looks like the carcass of a wolf or large dog. I didn't even notice it until I got this photo home. I am extremely curious about this, but it makes the hamlet seem even more "hill-billyish" than ever.
Bayard, Saskatchewan
After meeting a northbound intermodal at Kelsey, empty limestone train U71481 02 kicks the snow up south of Alborn as they race towards Proctor on the Missabe Subdivision behind an eclectic mix of General Electric Dash 8 models. The 58 Difco side dumps will be topped off with a fresh load of limestone rock from a ship at the Duluth Docks before turning back north to US Steel's Minntac plant at Mountain Iron in a never ending cycle to feed the hungry blast furnaces. Looking lost amongst the Iron Range's fleet of EMD SD40s and standard cab C40-8s, this old C40-8M "Barn" is an uncommon, yet welcomed, visitor to these parts.
Model Lisa LaRoo poses at Piney Branch Stream Valley Park in a sun hat and Daisy Dukes.
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Deep in the forest around milepost 7 on the Wales branch, DMIR 406 and 409 continue the long trip back towards the mainline. This is hardly the easiest local to chase in the greater twin ports region, between it’s slow speed, lack of accessibility, and the distance involved, however its definitely worth a catch or two when the time is there.
Not far from the sleepy outpost of Argyle, Minnesota, lies Old Mill State Park—a rugged little slice of history stitched together with the twisting waters of the Middle River. This isn’t just any backwoods trickle. No, this riverbed teems with life—mink slinking along the banks, muskrats chewing their way through the muck, deer, coyotes, and the occasional moose lumbering through like they own the place. Below the surface, the river churns with minnows and the kind of gritty aquatic riff-raff that keep the ecosystem humming.
But the Middle River isn’t just about wildlife. This patch of wilderness holds the bones of history, its current carrying whispers of a time when the "old mill" was a lifeline for settlers trying to wrestle a living out of the land. The story begins in 1882 when the Larson family carved out a homestead here, their toil eventually giving birth to a series of mills starting in 1886. The first was water-powered, a humble operation swept away by floods—a baptism by disaster. They rebuilt in 1889 with wind power, but the merciless elements took that one too. Undeterred, they tried again with water power outside the park’s bounds, only for John Larson, the son of the original homesteader, to up the ante by firing up a Case steam engine, No. A359. By 1897, the mills found their way back to what’s now the park, where the "old mill" still stands, a relic of perseverance and grit.
The state took over in 1937, and by 1958, the mill was rebuilt, now fired up once a year in a blaze of nostalgia for park events. This isn’t just a park—it’s a living, breathing time capsule. The beach ridges nearby, remnants of ancient lakes, served as travel routes for Native Americans, traders, and settlers. The Pembina Trail, an oxcart route etched into the landscape, still lingers east of the park, a ghostly reminder of paths worn by time and necessity.
Old Mill State Park isn’t just a destination; it’s a crossroads of wildlife, history, and human resilience. A place where the echoes of steam engines and oxcarts mingle with the rustle of deer in the brush. A shrine to the indomitable spirit of those who came before us.