Images from a Train: Train Yards

Passing through the loading areas of train yards is a bit like passing through a graveyard. Stories that once were, now wrappers blowing between empty coal cars. I wonder who comes to work in these lonely spots? Who sponges the graffiti and loads the tankers? Nothing moves upon the gaveled lots and so much seems left in shadow.

We all travel in circles of others. People who are connected to us by locale, family, religion, and work. When I look out the window of the train I see many lives I have no association with. Hands covered in train grease and punch clocks that mark their hours. A hundred years ago we lived in towns where we knew everyone and what most people did. I look out at these yards of old train cars and filling stations and wonder are there really ghosts moving between the rails? Is there nothing in the shadows or do I simply lack the eyes to see?

One thought on “Images from a Train: Train Yards

  1. To be is to “inter-be”. Interdependence is the foundation of existence. You may not recognize but you are connected with the whole cosmos, including many lives you think you have no association with. You are made from non-you elements. You eat vegetables. Just imagine how a vegetable is produced. Its elements are sunshine, air, water, minerals, farmers…etc. Where did they come from?

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