On the platforms of the New Delhi train station, all kinds of things are on carts awaiting the constant flow of trains. Sacks of rice. Cartons of eggs. Bottled water. It’s all ported by hand in and out of the storage compartments at the terminal ends of each train. This cart had just been loaded from a recent arrival and was being secured.
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.
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 magical sound: the clacking of the departures board as updated times and destinations scroll upward on the list. Sometimes the updates are a single row, sometimes the whole board erupts in fluttering cacophony of times and places and platforms.