Nevada Telegraph Pole

In the middle of Nevada, our train made an unscheduled, 2 hour stop.

There was a freight train behind us, a freight train ahead of us, and a broken rain ahead of him.

It was a sunny day, the snow was fresh and I opened the windows and exhausted the photographic possibilities of the canyon we were in.

There were round mud nests hanging from the walls of the canyon, mine shafts into the walls, and this haggard telegraph pole beside the train.