My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The law says a freight trains can’t go over 10 miles an hour when it’s moving through town. At that speed, if you’re agile enough, it’s easy to grab onto one of the boxcar’s ladder rungs. Sometimes, if the car had just been offloaded they leave the cargo door open to air out the container. … Continue reading Riding the rails
Approaching the gate crossing, the train’s whistle blasted out a warning. Cargo crates, some stacked two deep, creaked as the trailers rumbled along the tracks. The locomotive’s headlamps, dim from layers of grime and oil, cast out little light into the darkening day. The train’s gentle rocking sometimes mollified the merchandise stored in the crates, … Continue reading Night train
The landscape sped by my window reminding me of the moving images of an old zoetrope. Hypnotized by the rhythmic clacking of the train's wheels, I daydreamed of cowboys and iron horses. It was his idea to ride the train to visit him. He wanted me to see the countryside, and have time to fall … Continue reading Cowboys and iron horses
I felt the locomotive before I heard it. Leaning against the greasy pylons, I was awash in the rumbling as it rode along the steel rails, and cascaded down over the wooden scaffold. It was a rhythmic thundering that resonated deep in my bones. This was the timbre of my childhood. Escaping along the trestle … Continue reading Lonesome whistle
No finite point has meaning without an infinite reference point” ~ Jean-Paul Sartre I don't know what's ahead of me But I remember what I'm leaving behind My future is unclear But my past is lessons learned
Thin spiral notebook 