wooo-oo-wooooooooo

took a trip over to Essex (CT, not a white stiletto in sight) with our friends. We boarded the steam train eagerly waiting for our journey alongside the Connecticut River to begin. No sooner had "all aboard" been called than the engine's whistle sounded. The evocative sounds of a US steam train, bell clanging, steam hissing, pistons turning. The smell of burning coal. Soot floating gently, settling on noses, hands and knees.