coming via a boxcar *fiction*

**the photograph I did not take, but I do recognize the area, I found this photo in a dumpster I had dropped off as I have been not had my garbage collected for a long time (but you can believe that it gets damn cold at night, esp with the huge open door riding on a freight train)**

I wish I could credit the photographer, but the posted image was NOT from me

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nearing home, traveling just for the experience by unauthorized train ride

something I would never do again, not even during summer

and I probably wouldn't have road all the way home had I had a GPS or known where I was during most of the ride north from California

once we got to the Siskiyou Mountain, I knew riding the train was a mistake, but we went ahead and went all the way to Eugene

the only picture I have I almost threw away last week, but I plucked it out of the bag destined for dump container

no matter how prepared you are for the cold, it still feels like you're freezing

Because I still don't comprehend.

I only understand that some people are pissed and some people are not. I only know that when there is no middle elves, it's called polarizing. I am not trying to be a weasel, I am not trying to confuse people with weasel words. It just seems to me that when there are few people in the middle (as in undecided or don't care) that something is either awfully wrong, or reached a tipping point. The only thing I know is that I am not intentionally trying to piss off those who are pissed. While I am sure that everything I post seems very thought out and calculated, I assure you it is not (although I wouldn't believe me either, but because it really is my typing out instant thoughts and rarely proofreading, posting thoughts on a whim is honestly all I am doing; in fact it is almost the only thing I write, everything just a reaction to what I had just read or heard minutes before. I do filter my words as I understand that the times I get pissed off, are more than likely due to a misunderstanding)

skylines

rainbowed sunset

thin clouds

it's the shape of things

I guess just posting because I got my camera back from the pawn shop, and I what I really like is the way the street lights flatten at the top of the the V. Like a seagull's wings or an ancient crown

new star

When she remembered to breathe. Not so much having to regulate her breathward in, because her inhalation was reaction, and not in her control.

Within her power she organized the waves of imminent energy emanating, this was of her radiant soul. The power was hers completely, exhalation of the wind, orchestrating her will over the overlapping storm.

The conductor of the crashing waves, she remembered she was mother to, the ringing bell, the rising tide, the flood from which Goddess is born.