I never thought much about trains until I moved to Alaska. In fact, I'd never been on one. Yet, trains are just a fact of life here. I can hear one as I type, heading to places unknown. The sound of that distant whistle still has the power to conjure up the romantic in me, making me ponder the many stories on the train and wonder where it's going and who's going with it. At night, in bed in that pleasant land halfway between sleep and wake, I hear the trains and find myself giving a sleepy smile.
Now, true, I might not be as fond of that lovely sound if I lived closer to the tracks; but I'm just close enough and far enough away that it's a pleasant, non-intruding sound, one that takes me back to days of yore. Wouldn't it be fun to be able to just hop a train and follow it to adventure and sights unseen? I saw my first bore tide from a train, my second bear in the wild from a train, and some of the wildest, most wonderful scenery imagineable from the windows of a train. Yep, I wanna go ride the rails again.
The fact that there's something about the sound of a train whistle even today that sends me scrambling for my camera, even during mundane, everyday pit stops speaks volumes. Here's one barely captured as it cruises past me as I eat my snack in the McDonald's parking lot in Wasilla. Even then, car wheels beneath me, a full tank of (very expensive) gas, and time to kill, I could help thinking how cool it would be to be on that train.
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This robin was quite happy to see me mowing as it kicks up a snack for it!
Columbine buds, slowly emerging
Love my "pretty yellow flowers," aka globe flowers.
Went out to take pix of some wild roses along my street and wound up stalking a butterfly with the camera. 
The bees were a little too fast for the long lens that I had on the camera but still had fun stalking them.
I never thought much about trains until I moved to Alaska. In fact, I'd never been on one. Yet, trains are just a fact of life here. I can hear one as I type, heading to places unknown. The sound of that distant whistle still has the power to conjure up the romantic in me, making me ponder the many stories on the train and wonder where it's going and who's going with it. At night, in bed in that pleasant land halfway between sleep and wake, I hear the trains and find myself giving a sleepy smile.
The fact that there's something about the sound of a train whistle even today that sends me scrambling for my camera, even during mundane, everyday pit stops speaks volumes. Here's one barely captured as it cruises past me as I eat my snack in the McDonald's parking lot in Wasilla. Even then, car wheels beneath me, a full tank of (very expensive) gas, and time to kill, I could help thinking how cool it would be to be on that train. 
Well, I'm impressed. We had not only a pretty impressive hard rain (for Alaska), but Mother Nature tossed in some hail just for amusement's sake.
The rhubarb was practicing fielding fly balls with the hail, I guess. 
While, indoors, Spoony the Spoon Flower, quite happy to be safe inside, was watching the hail collect on the deck.
Even the dragonflies were checking out the view on the deck!
Hmm, glacier dust anyone? Sigh.
Dixon was doing his sun-dog impersonation.
Not a bad view for lunch, huh?
Flowers are beginning to burst out.
Squirrely dropped in for a snack, too.
Apple blossoms! Did you know apple trees grow in Alaska? I didn't until relatively recently.
More pretties....
Wild roses, which grow everywhere! Love it!
Oh, I know what this one is! Must be cousins to my globe flowers in my front yard. Love these "pretty yellow flowers".
Spoon-flower, getting a nice start.
And, finally, made a stop at Aurora Cemetery here in Wasilla on the way home. This simple, stark photo kinda reminds me what it's all about.
