It’s much harder to capture these types of shots in Toronto now. The new trains don’t allow access to front/rear windows and old trains have glass that is dirty and etched from years of salt and dirt. But when they work out, these shots should be printed big.
Early evening at the station in Nimes.
A brief break in the action and a deserted platform at the station in Nimes, France.
Amidst the continuous flow of trains, people and cargo (living and otherwise) in and out of the New Delhi Railway Station, some trains fill and wait. And wait.
A girl walks along the tracks in Beijing’s 798 Art Zone – an entire district of former factories and industrial spaces now used for galleries and cafes.
An early morning arrival after a night train from Prague.
At the end of the quai as a regional train approaches.
Westbound on a Saturday afternoon.
TTC 504, eastbound on King Street, seen here at University. My old route to and from the nighmare job that was “Quality Assurance” at a bread company.
A view from one station platform to another, somewhere along Line 4.
Midday in January, an empty station.
On the morning approach to Budapest from Prague.
On the Sheppard Line of the Toronto subway, near Leslie.
Moving east on King Street.
There are no smiles here. There are no families with strollers and balloons and ice cream for the kids. There is nobody selling ornamental models of monuments. No souvenir key chains or fold-out postcard sets or coffee mugs or t-shirts. There are no smiles here. There is horror. There is anguish. There is silence. And death.