There's nothing that stirs my imagination like the sound of a steam locomotive — that lonesome whistle cutting through the night and that column of black smoke and steam throwing shadows across the land. When I was a boy, the trains ran by my house and they carried with them a promise that somewhere down the track anything would be possible.

Johnny Cash (February 26, 1932 – September 12, 2003)


Photo Credit: Cuenca Christmas Parade 2016, Socrates Black, Digital Image, ©️2017.