March 7

Fog has set in to the region and won’t let go.  I don’t know how many days of this stuff we’ve had, but it’s sure tough finding something of interest to shoot when it’s all faded out like this.

In Wing, the old machine shop stands broken down and gray against the gray sky.  I like the architecture of the building, but it’s past repair, it seems.  I suspect it hit the beginning of its decline when the Burlington Northern Railroad abandoned the rail line that served the Wing Elevator.

February 18

ND Veterans Cemetery

Somber. That’s the only word I can think of that universally applies to every visit I have made to the North Dakota Veteran’s Cemetery.  Somber.  A sense of quiet pervades, even when we roll in on our motorcycles on a funeral escort detail.  So, in February, somber, the 12-month sense is even more pronounced when the tombstones are barely visible above the snow;  a bouquet of flowers on the grave site of a veteran barely makes a difference in the cold arrangement of the dead.

On this day, I wanted to not only snap the photo, but also give it a post-processing treatment to represent the somberness of the cemetery.

Down the road, south of Mandan is the abandoned Mandan to Mott rail line.  The trains are gone, the tracks are gone, but the wooden trestles remain.  Through the last couple of centuries, even before the two Dakotas were established and there was only a singular Dakota Territory, a fair amount of traffic connected Bismarck to the Black Hills of South Dakota.  This line followed that connection made by Sioux Indians, followed by General Custer, and followed even more frequently by stagecoaches.  Then came the trains, but they are gone too.

I like this old wooden trestles. If you get close enough to them on a summer day, you can smell the wood and the creosote.  In the winter, there’s not much smell, but you can still sense the presence of an old steam locomotive that once crossed these trestles to get across the mouths of streams emptying in to the Missouri River.