Friday, December 19, 2008

Slow Train Coming

There was a time when "hoppin' a rail" meant freedom, manifest destiny, a chance to stumble into something greater than ones self. Or, as a photographer once waxed nostalgic, where Woody Guthrie would have roamed.

But the rails are dirty, dangerous ribbons of metal and men; where hot days and cold nights rule. The rail riders today are not the charming hobo's from the past, sitting around a campfire singing in simple prose. They are outsiders; beyond Madmax and the Matrix. All at once angry, but scared to admit a simple fact, that they are alone, tossed aside, discarded.

I see the rails a lot in my job. I never considered them for anything other than for their utility, which is why I decided to 'train' my camera lens on them for a day. The result is the above photo, entitled Slow Train Coming. Hopefully, it evokes that sense of taking you some place further than when you started.


Kim H. said...

WOW this is a super cool photo!

Hope you have a Very Merry Christmas!

Amie Roman said...

Fantastic photo Curtis. What an incredible composition. And especially good looking in b&w. Thanks for sharing!

Lesa said...

Your photos rouse my emotions in a good way. Just like your art and telling. I've been sitting here for long minutes looking into this vivid photo. Mesmerized.