In early 1984, I frequently went out to photograph the Ski Train along the Front Range west of Denver. One happy day, just prior to

In early 1984, I frequently went out to photograph the Ski Train along the Front Range west of Denver. One happy day, just prior to
Railfans tend to choose teams. Much like sports fans, they have their favorites, for whatever reason, and they stick with them– rain or shine. If
We all know what happens on great migrations when the trail boss doesn’t have a map.
Overnight I became a train nut…
See Jim and Dan take many low-quality photographs…
Nature abhors anachronism, although it makes for good Sci-Fi