This is one of those rare times when I feel the use of my least favorite word, juxtaposition, is warranted. If you’re not quite sure what phlebotomy means you can look it up but let’s just say the relevant part of the definition has to do with blood-letting.
This photo as a very similar look and feel as the image Making Tracks from February 6th. The interesting thing about the comparison is that, while the previous post was a close-up view of mouse or other small critter tracks, today’s photo is of elk, deer or other large mammal tracks taken from a couple hundred yards away.
This photo was actually taken several weeks ago when a five o’clock shadow would have been much longer due to the shorter days. A five o’clock shadow today might look like this except that all the recent snow has buried these cattails under a couple feet of snow.
Five below zero, with snow coming down outside this morning. This is another one of those days where I struggle with embracing winter via the POTD selection or seeking escapism by posting something less winteresque. Embracing the season won out again, but just barely.
The day we drove from Sacramento to Pt. Reyes back in January started out quite foggy, with the sun occasionally partially penetrating the clouds. That, along with the brilliant green foliage along the way made it seem more like we were driving somewhere in Ireland instead of California. On the way back however, the fog had disappeared, taking with it all illusions of being elsewhere.
There are so many train aficionados out there I doubt that there is a train museum around that has a hard time finding volunteers to run the place–especially if you let them dress up as train men (and they do seem to be mostly men). The train museum in Sacramento was full of knowledgeable fellows who were more than willing to enlighten you about any aspect of trains. You have to be careful in asking questions though. Connie asked one gentleman a simple question about the function of one of those mysterious parts on a steam locomotive. I wandered off to take some more photos and when I came back a half hour later he was still talking to her about the inner workings of the machinery. Given the glazed look on Connie’s face, I doubt much of what he was saying was sinking in at that point.