Yesterday was such a freakishly nice afternoon in central Pennsylvania, but we were two degrees away from breaking the 80 degree record high set in 1946. (I know this because I compiled the information for the weather page in today's newspaper.)
In effort to enjoy the day and break out of a funk caused by the miserable realization that I can no longer wear my wedding rings because my hands look like overfilled water balloons, I decided to grab my camera and take Toby on a long walk.
I wasn't exactly sure what I wanted to take pictures of, but it ended up being a montage of all things railroad. This area was at one time a leader in the American rail industry, and there are remnants of it all over.
A rusty pedestrian bridge over a river and under a railroad.
I wonder how many times this bolt has been painted over the years.
Underneath the railroad.
A rail bridge that is still very active.
Little red caboose.
The logo stands for Pennsylvania Rail Road.
Gravely tracks that took some getting used to for Toby.
Speaking of Toby ...