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In the Fog

With the fog so thick last night, I decided to walk down to the railroad tracks with my camera. As I stood around waiting for a train, I wondered how it is that deer get hit by them (it happens around here every so often). How could it be that when the massive, thundering beast is bearing down on them, standing right in the middle of the tracks seems like their best option?

Anyway, it wasn’t long and a train suddenly burst out of the fog with a deafening roar. I was only a few feet from the tracks, and when it was upon me, horn blasting and ground shaking, I almost panicked and ran onto the tracks myself!

in thick fog, the train

tears a hole in the dark night

and rolls it along

–Photo by me

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