06/19/2026
Through the Rain
Sometimes photography isn’t about perfect weather, perfect light, or even perfect conditions. Sometimes it’s simply about being present when something beautiful happens.
Standing alongside fellow photographers in a light mountain rain, I watched Knott’s Berry Farm’s legendary No. 340 emerge from the narrow rock cut. Through a long lens, the world seemed to compress around her—stone walls closing in, steam drifting into the pines above, and that bright headlight cutting through the damp afternoon.
For a few moments, nobody cared about the rain. Nobody cared about wet gear or muddy boots. We were all focused on the same thing: witnessing a piece of living history moving through the mountains.
Photographs can capture what something looked like, but every now and then one captures what it felt like. The cool rain, the smell of steam, the anticipation of seeing No. 340 appear between the rocks, and the quiet appreciation shared among people who understand just how special these moments are.
This is why I chase trains. Not just for the locomotives, but for the memories made along the way.
Durango & Silverton Railroad