Creating Characters in Springtime
3 hours ago
A brief-yet-ongoing journal of all things Carmi. You'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll reach for your mouse to click back to Google. But you'll be intrigued. And you'll feel compelled to return following your next bowl of oatmeal. With brown sugar. And milk.
Great perspective. Where do the tracks lead us........that is my question but the answer is not important.
Are the tracks abandoned? Where do they lead? Did comfortable and fancy passenger trains roll down these rails taking families home at Christmas? Can you still hear the mournful whistle along the way in the early morning hours? It is a somber look, but lovely.
Think of all the history there!! The people that travelled...to me that's not lonely...it's full of energy and memories. !
This, which I think may be a little silly.
That there is no right or wrong side of the tracks...at least there shouldn't be..but there usually is...and Lightfoot's Canadian Railroad Trilogy!
It made me post the track pic I took last week...
I go lotsa places- now it's so rare to see a train around here! To think it's what drove the Industrial Revolution n all the wheels we do now... to be so neglected n abandoned...
Similar pics here
Uncertainty, out-of-balance, sadness. Abandoned hopes.
the first thing i usually see in your images are 'desktop backgrounds'
in this case, you've actually sparked the creative juices with this one. i've toyed with the idea of writing a novel about modern day malcontents trying to find themselves by travelling the railways 'hobo style'. the neglected, abandoned rails of WNY are kind of my inspiration, so you can imagine their trip would be fraught with mishap and disappointment.
now that i've finished my degree, i might have some time to devote. might.
here via michele again
I love pictures like this, Carmi. I feel the grittiness of the ground as I look at the picture. The sharp shards of rock and cinders of coal from years gone by.
Michele sent me to marvel at those lines converging in the distance rendered in aged tones of gray.
This image reminds me of my grandmother - she lives across from the tracks in a small town in California - I do not know how she sleeps. Thanks for the memory.
Like booster, I see tracks and I think about where they're headed. The photo makes me think that we're all on a journey even if we don't know where. Something spectacular awaits. Then again, I'm a glass half-full sort of gal.
Post a Comment