HOW IS MY EDITING?


This is what happens when I can’t sleep. How am I doing as a photo editor?

 

One response to this post.

  1. Posted by Jerome Prater on January 18, 2018 at 12:54 pm

    Mel,

    I remember visiting my dad”s home in Williamson West Virginia. He lived up on a small mountain with a large train yard far below. His father was a brakeman for the railroad.

    The smell of creosote permeated everything with rough hewn rock faces on the surrounding hills. There was the constant clatter of rail cars connecting and disconnecting and diesel engines running. All the local roads either went up, down or curved.

    I was about 5 years old on the first visit and perhaps 9 on the second.

    Regards,
    Jerome

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