I recently had the good fortune to travel to Brenham in the Texas hill country for work. It is a small country town, German in origin, north west of Houston. The last time I traveled for work was in the UK, to grim industrial towns in England. This trip was much better with perfect spring weather in Texas (hot summer weather in UK).
I used to be terribly frightened of railroad crossings but since moving here, I have had to get used to them. Most of them around me have no barriers so the train uses the horn for miles – a sound I love. Sometimes on a quiet night I can hear them at night about 4 miles in the distance. Now I just stop briefly at the railroad and check there are no trains (not everyone stops…) The crossing above was right in the middle of the old section of town.
These train company names immediately bring nostalgic memories of old American movies and I dream of jumping on a wagon to travel across country.
Or at least I think it is abandoned – it is sometimes hard to tell out in the countryside. As I child I would have constantly been on these train lines imagining the destinations.
This is just one part of a very long train that had dozens of wagons. They sometimes are so long that it takes 20 minutes for one to pass.
As I was leaving the Super Walmart I noticed this field of bluebonnets, followed by red wildflowers and finally yellow. The sky was very overcast and it gave a surreal feel to the field. I attempted a photo watercolor below.