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Rushing Home to You
Weeping Tears of IceTruckee River, California The Queen was not a warm woman. No, indeed. When she passed by on her rare outings into the world, people would shiver and pull their wraps closer. It was even said that when she wept, shards of ice slid down her face and shattered upon the floor.
It's a Rush"Yuba River, California She looked down at the water ripping by and wondered what it would be like to leap in and take the wild ride. Of course, she would need to stay dry, above water, safe and avoid the rocks; any proper lady would require that much. Ultimately she decided the proper ladies' choice of the day was to ride it out in her imagination. As per usual...
A Elegantly Fine FlourishHope Valley, CA She couldn't do anything "normal". Every story was embellished, every color a burst - plus she talked with her hands in a most animated fashion. Even her sentences ended with an elegantly fine flourish. She was her own little one-woman light show.
Snowy Forest ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Where Past, Present & Future All Meet She took a long, slow breath in... then exhaled and opened her eyes. The sight before her was a tapestry of life. An intricate weaving where past, present & future all meet and become one with its original design. As it was intended before the design had been broken. Completion... and protection. A perfect Peace. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
Happy Aspens They all leaned forward and seemed to happy to see her, it kinda made her day. ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
River of a Dream A bit of imagination often spins a tale when I get in my photo "zone". It sure took over as I stood in this spot. When I let my eyes soften and gaze down, it was like some kind of giant primordial sea, er, mountain stream turtle was lurking about. In fact... I was standing on its back! We went on quite a ride for this shot. It was AWEsome! ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)
I Hear the Train Coming Depending on where you hike in the Sierras, you may at some point cross the Central Pacific Railway, built in the 1860's. Every time I do, I think about the amazing Chinese laborers who built this section through the Sierras. They were paid just about $28 per month to do the incredibly dangerous blasting and tie-laying work nobody else wanted to do. Imagine, if you will, laying tracks over terrain that rises 7,000 feet in 100 miles. Using techniques they used in China for similar situations, they were lowered by ropes from the top of cliffs in baskets, and while suspended, chipped away at the granite and planted explosives that blasted the tunnels. They had to house themselves, cook for themselves and oh, by the way - did a fantastic job. You can imagine how many died in the process. I think of them - and thank them - every time I step over these tracks in the mountains I love so much. Railroads to me means travel, adventures, explorations, new horizons. Where is your road taking you next? ©Karen Hutton - Creative Commons (CC BY-NC 3.0)

Rushing Home to You

Rushing Home to You

Rushing Home to You

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