Photo by Jason Houston, www.jasonhouston.com
IT BEGINS WITH a plaintive, minor-key whistle in the distance as a freight works its way up the side of the mesa toward our house. It becomes a solid rumble, an onrushing vibration, then culminates in the deep thrumming of the big diesels that pass only a block away, three or four or five locomotives hauling a hundred cars. Burlington Northern Santa Fe: we get used to the noise, even miss it when we travel elsewhere.
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