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Regardless of the weather the railroad is always at work. The rain is falling on a gloomy morning in Feburary as Pan Am local LA-1 makes some moves at the west end of the once busy Boston and Maine Yard beside a ubiquitous old brick warehouse. They are on track 17 East just west of the Andover Street crossing at MP 25.6 on the Keolis/MBTA Western Route mainline to Haverhill or MP 285.3 on Pan Am's Freight Mainline.
Pan Am blue MEC 307 at left and MEC 381 are both EMD GP40s having been blt. Oct. 1968 as PC 3171 and Dec. 1969 as SCL 1577 respectively.
Lawrence, Massachusetts
Friday Feburary 8, 2019
Mondays Rain
The Bee Gees
I can see the sun shinin' down on me
Is it you my love that I can see
Don't let me down
Don't let me down
Don't let me walk to Monday's rain (Monday's rain)
to Monday's rain (Monday's rain)
In this my life , I walk in light
You are my love so baby I'm all right
Don't let me down , baby
Don't let me down
Oh baby, please don't let me walk in Monday's rain (Monday's rain)
in Monday's rain (Monday's rain)
Ah....
Ev'ry man alive has got to have someone
So what will I do when baby you are gone
Don't let me down
Don't walk on me
My Sunday sunshine
hide Monday's rain (Monday's rain)
hide Monday's rain (Monday's rain)
Monday's rain (Monday's rain) Ah...
Back to work tomorrow after an awesome week off on Hols.
Song and image title says it all....
Hope you like "Mondays Rain"....cheers, Mike
A beautiful hummingbird hovers in front of gorgeous pink flowers and tries to collect their sweet nectar, during a rain shower.
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Heavy rain off and on today. I was going to take my girly to the park before she went to school today but the rain kept us inside. So, we spread out a blanket and had a picnic in the family room. We read books and ate on the floor, perfect morning.
The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
Seen you from far behind the glaring sun,
You sparkled with yellow flames beneath the sun.
Could not hold my heart any longer
Came dashing down to shower, the rain of love.
You merrily danced with the serene breeze,
Every drop, I thought, you never want anyone to seize,
You ducked in there, you ducked in here,
Playing around with my shower of love.
In desire to shower with all that I have
In frenzy came did I , not knowing how,
I see you drooping your head, shivering
In fright ?, shame ?, or bliss ?, not knowing, me so naive
Going back behind the sparkling sun,
Tell me in sweet soft whisper
Come do more often, but be so gentle
To let me dance in frenzy, in the rain of love
- Anuj Nair
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A rain gauge is all that is left of my great uncle house and land. All around there are now concrete walls and house developments. My great uncle and later his son used to record the readings for the metereological service. People doesn't even know nowadays what is this strange thing on the top of a concrete wall.
“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”
"Alcune persone sentono la pioggia, altre si bagnano e basta."
- Bob Marley -
Under a banyon tree canopy water carves volcanic basalt, forms plunge pools, and becomes a confluence of Nu’uanu Stream. Orographic rain endlessly dissects the forest covered Ko’olau volcano. Eventually, water wins, as it always does, and the island will be eroded to a coral atoll.
From lofty orographic peaks,
A stream through island rainforest leaps.
In tumbling, silvery, glistening mirth,
It cycles back to its ocean birth. -RW
We're finally receiving rain after being in drought conditions this fall. Cold air and sunshine arrives tomorrow, so hopefully there will be some new ice to photograph in a couple of days.
It rained a fair amount while I was visiting my family in California but we also had a couple sunny days where everything started out dewy and sparkly. On one of our morning walks, my brother and I squatted inches away from the same plant taking pictures into the sun while my dad and Benni waited patiently for us to finish.