We lived a mile from these tracks for about a year. Ben, who was only two when we moved away from there, first flexed his verbal muscles by declaring, “Wain!” every time he heard the locomotive’s horn Dopplering toward us.
Spectacular sunsets were the norm from our street. We lived in an area that was fairly flat, just north of the Ozark Mountains, between Joplin and Springfield, Missouri. Despite all the reports that colorful sunsets are a sign of the pollution in the air, capturing them on film has held a special place in my heart since my teen years.









