The railroad crossing arms came down about 6:45 am.
I sat there waiting for the train.
And sat there. Cars started backing up from the other direction.
After sitting, waiting about 3 or 4 minutes for the train to go by, the arms started to rise.
The ghost train had gone by and we were free to continue on our way.
Off Center & Not Even 
Well, that’s spooky enough! Got to be careful with those ghost trains. 🥺
So ture, Holly. They slip right by and you don’t want to be in their way.
Who’s riding those trains. Shivers!
La Llorona, El kookooee, Chupacabra. The usual suspects.
Oh please must we drag up old Chupa? My Puerto Rican gfs at work are terrified of him.
He’s a real sucker for sure. Smart chicas to be terrified of him.
Chupa is alive and well In little Havana
Chipa sure gets around.
It’s because NM has a monopoly on strange mysteries and anomalies. Ghost train, no big deal. (lol) 😉 🙂
Another truth recognized. Thanks, David.
Love the pics. The red of the stop signs look beautiful against the hues of the evening sky.
Thanks, Drew. The red lights are nice against colors in the sky.
Ugh … don’t you hate that. At least you got a post out of it. …. and for some odd reason, this song came to me. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i0M3LS9n7Ns
Thanks, Frank. I love that video and I can imagine that’s exactly what’s going on as the ghost train runs around tripping railroad crossings, making people wait for what seems like nothing when there’s a whole lotta “Baby Likes To Rock It” going on.
Hooray … it fit! …. and it was my first thought. 🙂
That’s one of the Tractor’s best video.
I’m singing ghost riders in the sky!!
Ghost Mousies in the Sky. Thanks, Rebecca.
That is even better!
I’ve had similar experiences with elevators. 🙂
Ghosts in elevators are far worse. Thanks, Lavinia.
OOOH… Very spooky. ANd you were right there too.
And I was right there as the phantom locomotive swished by like a whisper in twilight. Thanks, Shey.
I know. It was waiting for you… To snap it anyway.
The system must be flipping … dangerous situation !
It’s only dangerous if 1) if fails to work, which is rarely. 2) Someone drives around the barriers to cross the tracks and gets hit by a train. That happens more often than you would think. Thanks, picpholio.
In 1966, on my Commando-Combo mate,
I pulled up at the closed crossing gate,
And boy, did I have a very long wait,
Angst, because I going on a date,
Queuing traffic built, I got into a state,
Freed, I push it, arriving late,
She didn’t wait,
So I went to the Wimpey bar, and ate!
At least you got to stop and look at the colourful sky…
That’s true. Thanks, Dale.
Silver linings and all that 😉
Then there’s “1066 And All That”. Have you read it?
Oooh no… worthwhile?
It’s hilarious. Well that is if you like British humor and know a little history.
I love history and the British humour – it depends…
I think you would get a kick out of “1066 and All That.” It’s a short book. https://www.amazon.com/1066-All-That-Memorable-Classics/dp/0413772705/ref=sr_1_1
I’ll check it out. Bummer they don’t have it in Kindle. I’m trying to be good…
I felt like I was sitting there with you…waiting…waiting. Looks like the ghost train gave you a fantastic photo op and cause for musings. Even these things of civilization can create a beauty all their own, capable of capture by photographers with a great eye. In cities with river-ways, the bridges open skyward and let phantom boats pass by. 🙂
Phantoms abound in sky with tiny sliver moon as gates blink in red. There just might be a Haiku hidden in there. Thanks, Mary Jo.
It’s actually a beautiful modern haiku, in powerful collaboration with the photos!
Phantoms abound in
sky with tiny sliver moon
as gates blink in red
Thanks, Mary Jo. You have a good eye.
Buon fine settimana Timothy!
Grazie Simona. Stay warm.
Naturally…. we’re going to be ‘seeing’ more ghost trains, living in ghost towns! [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RZ2oXzrnti4] 😉
Kudos on your patience and taking out the camera!
Thanks, Marina. “Ghost Towns” is a wonderful video. Ghost towns abound. There are lots of them in New Mexico. I knew a woman who grew up in Dawson, New Mexico that became a ghost town in 1950 when she was in her early teens. Dawson had the worst mining disaster in US history in 1913.
I can’t even begin to imagine how it must have been growing up in Dawson during that time.
It was very very very fast?
Invisibly fast. Thanks, Teri.
Now THAT is the opening to a novel!!!!
Just what everyone needs.. a ghost train! Great pops of red there Tim 🙂
We have lost of ghostly things out here. Thanks, Julie.
Ha! Sorry to be late for this, but glad I found it. There’s the bonus that now I have Johnny Cash singing Folsom Prison in my head. Besides — the photos are really cool. Hugs on the wing!
Thanks, Teagan. That old train coming down the tracks or not.
That’s very good. Loved it.
Thanks, Vinny.