An old friend of mine (we went all through elementary school together) does photography.
I've admired her work for some time now, thanks to Facebook.
So, I finally asked her one day if she would mind doing me a favor.
I remember my Mom saying years ago that she wished she'd had a good picture of the train trestle that ran by our house in Illinois. And I had kind of wished we'd had one, too.
So, my friend Becki obliged and took this beautiful shot of 'home'.
And I loved the trains that would travel those tracks. I remember whenever I'd hear them coming, I would run over to the tracks and anxiously wait for them to pass by so I could wave to the engineer. To this day, it warms my heart to hear a train whistle in the distance or watch one chug past a crossing.
Thank you for this gift, Becki.
I love it.