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.
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Zack, my dad would like these, too... the train tracks remind me of growing up riding the trains across Missouri and into Kansas... more times than i can count... we rode free 'cause my dad worked for mopac. great memories of seeing the world go by thru the window.
thanks!
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