Snacktime
Before a February evening departure at København H.
Before a February evening departure at København H.
My earliest memories of travel are of trips to Toronto. From our rural town, surrounded by trees and farms, we ventured east to visit family a few times a year. For four hours as we drove, I’d be on the edge of my seat, counting distance markers as the highway delivered us into Canada’s metropolis.
The afternoon rush in Copenhagen, inspired by MC Escher. “If we are always arriving and departing, it is also true that we are eternally anchored. One’s destination is never a place but rather a new way of looking at things.”
– Henry Miller
I’m really not a train guy. Despite all the images on this blog suggesting otherwise, I couldn’t tell you the first detail about locomotives or gauges, routes or liveries.
But in the gleaming – or dilapidated – vehicles, the frenetic stations and the detritus, I see stories. Of adventure. Of tragedy. Beginnings and endings. Speed and stasis. The machines that deliver us to the moments: the defining experiences of travel…
Amidst the morning commute at Copenhagen’s central station.
Crazy lines. Columns, grids, angles, lines — it’s all here in Madrid.
The sound seems to carry farther on cold mornings. Sharp little snapping sounds as shoes click along the floor, the odd bit of salt underfoot.
Sunday morning at an unknown station.
Speeding Saturday Selfie.
A lone passenger at York University station. Empty trains, empty halls.
Morning rush on the platform at Spadina subway station.
Checking in, new and old-school. Seen at Bloor Station.
A late night train near the Eiffel Tower, from my brief visit to Paris in December.
In an empty and decaying train station, just before the rain, visions of journeys past.
From a trip to my old neighborhood.
One of the luggage windows at an abandoned railway station in Kisumu, Kenya. The last train departed in 2006, but locals say that service is on its way to being restored.
A quick shot going up an escalator, somewhere in the north part of the Paris Metro system.
Early evening at the station in Nimes.
Street-level view of the train station in Nimes, France as the tracks rumble overhead.
A vintage feel.