Desolate Beauty

For years my studio was near the railroad tracks. Also for those same years, my son was on a journey of his own, moving freely across the country, often by means of hopping trains. We didn’t see each other during that period. It became a therapy and a habit to take my camera, (my 70’s Nikon FM2 all manual, with Fuji Sensia slide film, a Micro lens and polarizing filter), in late afternoon, out to the tracks and walk along, looking for fragments of beauty in the desolation of old train cars, often parked in long lines at the edge of town. I was always surprised at what I found, especially the closer I looked. I was also surprised at how it made me feel at least a little connected to my son.

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