| This picture has problems - blurred, overcast, etc. Yet there is something about it that draws me. It has soul. When I look at this outfit coming out of Spruce Creek valley and pouring on the power as it heads into Barre straight line, I think of trios of F-7s hauling a redball SW-10 through here in Pennsy days with consist bouncing over the railjoints and springs squealing; of the tuscan red varnish with E units, sharp sounding horns and melodious EMD engines and, even today, the raw surge of power and thrill of a passing freight train in a sense of urgency to reach its next destination. After it is gone, only the sound of a barking dog will disturb the silence of this rural town. |