The desert salt flat and bright blue sky met far away at foot-level. Massive trains crept by on twelve sets of tracks, their red and black and white bodies sharp against the imposing sky.
Every picture snapped became the best picture I’d ever taken.
A crowd of backpackers milled about, complete with keffiyehs. Are you catching the train to New York with us? they asked.
I’m from New York, I said.
Scrapwood littered the ground, part of a set of tracks being pulled up. I stacked it on a wide woodpile. Time had warped two pieces beyond value. Placed one atop the pile and tossed the other aside.
Found an underground workshop and climbed inside, down the ladder. In the back, a man leaned his torso through a curtain and worked atop a shrouded workbench. Even after reaching my camera through the curtain and clicking the shutter, I couldn’t see what he was up to.
The trains rumbled overhead. Figured my camera must have dirt on the sensor.
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Photo by Mallix via Flickr.
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I love short flashes like this. Right from the title, you had me pulled in.
Nice!