Late Train
A lone passenger departed a late night train at Finch station – the end of the line.
Matt Feldman PhotographyInspiring you to get out there, in the distance, and see it for yourself.
Matt Feldman Photography
A lone passenger departed a late night train at Finch station – the end of the line.
Saturday afternoon on a quiet street in the Centrum.
At the Rosedale subway station, an empty, salt-covered platform just before midnight in March.
A gorgeous vintage Citroen on the streets of the Jordaan area of Amsterdam.
As the remaining minutes of the afternoon were overtaken by a clear night sky in Beijing, the swirling mass of people buying tickets never stopped. Hundreds, thousands streaming…
One of a constant stream of fully-packed trains departing New Delhi.
Looking west on Astoria Boulevard in Queens.
Waiting in Terminal D, in one of the small sections of the airport that isn’t a Duty Free shop.
A constellation of equipment for cargo handling, on the tarmac at SVO’s Terminal E.
Amidst the crowds and jockeying for fares outside the Lotus Temple, a rickshaw driver pauses for a photo.
Returning to the Jasola area after a long day of shooting in the Jaitpoor neighbourhood, the taxi is crossing under the highway that rings New Delhi.
From the overpass at the Jasola Metro station, on the walk back to my hotel.
City traffic.
I’ve posted a shot of this gate before. It’s at the midpoint of Detroit’s McNamara Terminal: the main security checkpoint, where the train boards, where the tunnel leads to another terminal, where walkways begin. Where all the action is. So Delta makes a bit of a show here.
I don’t know when they disappeared, exactly. I suppose it’s been a few years. But from my earliest memories of flying, a clear standout wasn’t the sharp acceleration of takeoff, the strangely clogged and popping ears, or emerging into a gleaming orange sunset after climbing above dense clouds. It came via the speaker system.
On the way to one of the more unusual destinations on my trip, I took this shot out the open window of my sleeper car just after sunrise. The moon still high. The light still cool. Rumbling toward Belgrade, 10 years ago today.
Looking up toward a westbound afternoon train.
Evening trains at Gare du Nord, as listed on the Departures board.
The Cité station, in the center of Paris, isn’t the last stop on the Metro’s Line 4. But after one year of daily photo posts, this shot is the end of the line for my yearlong project. 365 posts ago, I set out to try something different.
A cold afternoon at St. Clair West. Update: Just by chance I posted this on the 60th Birthday of the Yonge subway. Thanks for all the shots. Well,…
Out the window on the way to La Jolla.
An early morning arrival after a night train from Prague.
Waiting for my ride to New York.
Looking west on a cold, wet morning.
Looking out at the end of the platform of Gare St. Lazare.
Waiting for a Manhattan-bound N train at Astoria Blvd and 31st Street on a cold afternoon.
A fishing vessel undergoing repairs in a Cape Town dry dock.
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