Abandoned Train

#SundayShooting:

I love the old steam train in the valley, but the best shooting opportunities are when it’s parked with old, ghostly train cars. As I stood next to this gutted silver car, I could almost hear the echoes of passengers and the long-forgotten rattles and shrieks of wheels on tracks.

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“Train
whistle
fades
sliding
eastward down
the scale
as
it dis-
appears: all
I will know of
where it goes.
Falling
star,
streaking
from Leo:
all I
know
of its
fall.”

~”A Waltz Wave: Train Whistle” by Lillian Susan Thomas

The Winter Where We Stood

“There, in silence, at mid-day,
in that dirty, disordered winter,
those intense horses were the blood
the rhythm, the inciting treasure of life.

I looked. I looked and was reborn:
for there, unknowing, was the fountain,
the dance of gold, heaven
and the fire that lives in beauty.

I have forgotten that dark Berlin winter.

I will not forget the light of the horses.”

~Pablo Neruda, “Horses”

Soldier Hollow, Utah

February 2017