Molten Rails

After some research I determined that the Dust Bowl ghost town of Deerfield would make for a great setting for golden hour. But even though the weather cooperated this evening, things can still go off the rails. Somehow, the vast plains and straight roads that ran off into the horizon were too confusing for me. I took a wrong exit (and probably the only exit I could screw up on), and didn’t realize my mistake for almost 40 miles, until I started to suspect I should have seen signs for the abandoned town by then.

I found the small, small farm town of Byers, CO to be a charming little cluster of buildings amid the vast prarie. With the sun getting low I started to look for a grain elevator or some such thing to shoot. I settled on an intersection where some train tracks were at. The angle was just right where the tracks led off into the horizon right where the sun was setting, so the metal tracks reflected this amazing gold light and looked as if they had just been forged and laid down without time to cool.

The telephoto lens can make out the Rockies far off in the distance.

Crimson and ember at the edge of a storm. Right around the time I took this, someone texted me and we talked about self-discipline in a world of modern abundance. This was the perfect place to have that conversation - my restless self couldn’t have been more content in the moment.