There's something exciting about a good fogbank. Southeast Shreveport was shrouded Friday morning and I found myself energized. A cool, damp morning brought out the kid in me and I wound up along the banks of a bayou.
Everything seemed a little cleaner and somewhat more mysterious in the fog. I was enjoying the peace of the morning when a rumble rose behind me. I didn't realize how close I was to a bridge over the bayou. I had to stomp through the woods a little and climb a little rise, but I found the source of the commotion.
Once the train passed, feeling adventurous, I walked to the middle of the bridge, stared north down the tracks.
Another thing caught my eye: as Halloween approaches, this seems eerily appropriate. 
Then, the sun rose and the fog cleared.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Found in the Fog
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2 comments:
Nice Pics Darrell, you've got a pretty good eye. You should consider arranging a showing or put a book together.
That is indeed high praise coming from someone I respect. If I knew how to do anyt of that, I might. maybe you should be my agent.
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