I've Got Your Pin Shot

I snapped this over the weekend as Abby and I were driving through West Seattle to avoid traffic on the way home from our weekly hike. This photo tells me that the final nail in the coffin of professional photography is dead, as is the work of expert manipulation of images. This picture was snapped by me, no training but I've been taking pictures using everything from a 35mm and camera phone. I'm not the best or the worst--at least my thumb isn't over my lens. But this picture isn't a pristine snap. All the power lines have been removed. The image in the glass is altered insofar as it is enhanced to be more visible. The most interesting question isn't what will professional photographers do--that job has been dead since Kodak released its first chrap digital camera back in the late 1990s--I think we paid 200 bucks for a one megapixel unit. 

As much as I hate James J. Hill's raping and

Iron Goat Trail, 2026.

pillaging of the Central Cascades and his exploitation of oppressed workers, the remnants of the Great Northern Railroad on the Iron Goat Trail are breathtaking. Nature will not mourn our loss, but will keep doing what it is foing--and where it can will reclaim spaces we took. The wall on the left is part of a snow shed, built to deal with avalanches--one of which took out two trains and 120+ people back at the turn of the last century. There are at least two of these, and today they are like man made cliffs, waterfalls and moss relentlessly assaulting them.