Glamis Depot
Glamis Depot
11 x 15 inches acrylic on watercolor paper
In my years of running freight trains over SP's “East End”, Glamis was one of those places that struck fear into my heart, at least during the Thanksgiving holiday's. Literally in the middle of nowhere on a highway between desert towns you have most likely never heard, of Glamis is blessed or cursed, depending on your view with magnificent sand dunes that stretch for miles unbounded by nothing but perpetually blue skies. Until turkey day. For some reason everyone who owns a dune buggy within 500 miles of the place congregates to drink beer and drive aimlessly thru the desert at high speed creating artificial sand storms that reduce visibility to near zero and then they park on the main track.
Nearly every year at least one of them gets hit by a big ole' freight train. Surprise!
The depot depicted here was removed from service in 1956 after the installation of Centralized Traffic Control and was “retired” in 1958.
$90.
11 x 15 inches acrylic on watercolor paper
In my years of running freight trains over SP's “East End”, Glamis was one of those places that struck fear into my heart, at least during the Thanksgiving holiday's. Literally in the middle of nowhere on a highway between desert towns you have most likely never heard, of Glamis is blessed or cursed, depending on your view with magnificent sand dunes that stretch for miles unbounded by nothing but perpetually blue skies. Until turkey day. For some reason everyone who owns a dune buggy within 500 miles of the place congregates to drink beer and drive aimlessly thru the desert at high speed creating artificial sand storms that reduce visibility to near zero and then they park on the main track.
Nearly every year at least one of them gets hit by a big ole' freight train. Surprise!
The depot depicted here was removed from service in 1956 after the installation of Centralized Traffic Control and was “retired” in 1958.
$90.
