Transit

I’m really not a train guy. Despite all the images suggesting the contrary, I couldn’t tell you the first thing about locomotives or gauges, routes or liveries. But in the gleaming (or dilapidated) cars, frenetic stations, and discarded tickets, I see stories. Of adventure. Of beginnings. Of endings. Speed. Stasis. People. The symmetry of tracks disappearing into the distance draws me forward, and pulls the camera to my eye. Air travel does hold that magical place in my brain, and I approach them from a similar place. To be in transit is to keep moving, sometimes while being still. Transit is dynamic. There is always more to see and more to reveal.

“Travel changes you. As you move through this life and this world you change things slightly, you leave marks behind, however small. And in return, life – and travel – leaves marks on you. Most of the time, those marks – on your body or on your heart – are beautiful. Often, though, they hurt.”
— Anthony Bourdain