this door is ajar although it is not a jar because it’s a door

no one greets this train when it comes to a slow stop no one is waiting to load or unload these cars meanwhile, barricades pile up in the lot between the tracks and the old feed mill briefly a thrift store and now, once again, empty and waiting, like these…

boxcars and blue sky by the abandoned warehouse sidelined in the sun

reliance on signs can leave one in a quandary when the signs have all come down what is this place? at one time its identity was written on its face it was labeled what happens when we rely on labels for identification? what happens to relationship? when we learn the…

the main line through town rendering an auspicious sighting even as I wend my way back to the car after a stroll past the short line whose southern terminal lies just to the left of this frame trains come and go the magic of the rails endures

ivy in arborescence good for the ivy bad for the tree on this day good for me

this intersection of plant life and building shows the one falling apart and the other having needed trimming to keep its growth in check while the vine in the background has already found a new route to phototropic success on its way to the very pinnacle surreptitious advance is an…

for lonely looking buildings the colorful framing against the neutral walls does a lot to suggest vitality and even some sense of welcome the mailbox and the blinds suggest people spend time in this place though I cannot call to mind ever seeing activity here or cars parked outside I…

I don’t know when I last saw a caboose not only painted up properly but also in service on a rail line walking past this one with my camera I thought of what it might be like to work on this short line a childhood dream of working on the…