Trempealeau

We just got back from three days in Trempealeau, Wisconsin; train horns every half hour or quarter hour, day and night, waking one up until one gets used to it, a result that happens supprisently quickly.

This image was seen from our exclusive, private deck at Room 30 of Little Bluff Inn. I was thinking of my composition teacher, Willard Clay, while sipping a glass of Merlot wine near sun set looking out on the wide Mississipi River in between trains.

This place is exactly like the small town I grew up in in the 1950's, only it's not there now in Ohio anymore. But it is there in Trempealeau now.

Pentax K-5, Tamron 90mm, ISO 280, f/13, 1/90s, tripod.