Trains and tracks fascinate me. They remind me of my grandfather. He loved trains, and when I was little he had the raddest train set in his basement. He died in 1995, when I was at the perfect adolescent age to completely miss the gravity of death. This is just before dawn on a dead spur next to our house. This one came out blurry no matter how many times i shot it so i gave up and posted it like this.