I had the strangest deja vu as we drove toward Rocky Narrows. I know that I have been to Sherborn before, but I just can’t figure out when or why. There doesn’t seem to be any particular reason that a person would, but I remembered the town as soon as we arrived. I guess it was just one of my aimless drives.
This one was fun because it involved crossing some railroad tracks, and because Yen didn’t grow up in the Midwest like some people, he never spent time as a kid walking along a railroad bridge. He seemed to enjoy the idea of being out of over the water, not totally sure what we’d do if a train came by. And of course the lovely symmetry of the tracks would please any photographer.