A bitter wind whistled, blasted and bit its way around the grain elevators… Cunningham, Washington… a place of little more than several abandoned grain elevators, a handful of houses, and a rail siding. The wind caught my door as soon as I began to open it and then flung it out of my hand. Gloves, hat, scarf, and a down vest weren’t enough to protect against the bitter, biting wind. The cold was almost more than I could bear, standing between the old elevators to shoot straight up the access ladder. After just a few more minutes of walking around shooting in this windswept place, a train blasted by on its’ way through eastward toward Spokane and I was through. It was back to the car, turn up the heater, thankful to be out of the wind.
The shot was worth it Madge! It’s raining up here today, so that makes it official – summer’s over for another year.
Yes, Paul, summer is waning fast… rain here too.
Very interesting view, Madge. From the warmth of my desk I can say it was worth your suffering!
Thanks, Kay… sometimes we all suffer for the sake of our art, don’t we? And it IS worth it if we get a good shot!