My wife doesn’t understand me. I mean, don’t get me wrong. She’s a wonderful woman. Salt of the earth. (By the way. What does that mean? Salt of the earth. Anybody know?) But we’ve been to Barstow twice now. One hundred fifty eight miles southwest of here. I don’t remember if I got any shots of anything that first time. But the second time, we found this trestle that stretches over a vacant railroad yard and I got this one shot that I like. Now, I want to go back and maybe shoot from a different angle or a different time of day. But she says we saw everything there is to see in Barstow. What? Excuse me? I guess I’m just going to have to sneak off one morning and go back down there by myself. Problem is, she’s my navigator. Without her, I’m afraid I wouldn’t know which way to go.
(The above image is part of Cee’s Which Way challenge. Please go visit to check out the rules (pretty simple) and the talent (pretty awesome).