Posted by Paul M. Garger On April 12, 2017
The hillside overlooks a valley where there is a river that flows quietly. Out of the nearby mountains the waters of the river fell and raged downward through a canyon, but they flow quietly now through the foothills near the hillside.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On February 6, 2017
And in the distance the wind stirs the dry powdery snow making a haze. Though it is cold the sun is intense and bright in the afternoon sky giving a sense of warmth.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On December 18, 2016
The snows of winter have been slow in coming this year.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On November 15, 2016
Through the hills they wind, bands of steel. Laid out with a careful plan, to follow a grade, and never too steep. Snaking along on a pathway.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On October 19, 2016
From the first note there is togetherness. A journey of time and harmony and energy that wanders and meanders around and through all.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On June 18, 2016
On the red rock road the sun is warm, the rainstorms have passed and the meadowlarks sing their simple song.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On May 4, 2016
A simple commandment of field work is to always leave gates as you find them. And to some a wide open gate is the same as a sign stating “Welcome Friends – Hunt & Fish.”
Posted by Paul M. Garger On March 25, 2016
And when the empty coal train roared by it left trails of light marking its course. And a four wheeler left the bar and rolled along the road.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On March 6, 2016
They built them tall, they built them sturdy. And many still stand.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On February 18, 2016
It was a blustery and cold day in the valley.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On January 25, 2016
And what we leave behind can betray many things, but much lies hidden in wonders and stories that can never be told.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On December 18, 2015
Streamlined and unique stainless steel beauties of yesteryear are idle along the tracks.
Posted by Paul M. Garger On February 21, 2015
The continually meandering road. It leads ever onward. And it beckons. Always with new wonder at what is to be found along its way…