Navasota
On a summer afternoon, rails intersect at Railroad Street. Hotels wait. With a camera case and a tripod, I wander, nudge branches, and trudge along a riverbank. Boots vanish under nature’s carpet. I hear a train and hope to see a trestle.
On a summer afternoon, rails intersect at Railroad Street. Hotels wait. With a camera case and a tripod, I wander, nudge branches, and trudge along a riverbank. Boots vanish under nature’s carpet. I hear a train and hope to see a trestle.