One day, I found a railroad track.

OK, so it was probably there all along ... or at least long before I ever stumbled upon it.



And at this moment, I hear a train whistle blowing in the night.

I took this picture 14 years ago, about this time of the year. On a sunny, cool fall day, down past Garden of the Gods (I think; I mean, it was 14 years ago, and I was not the one who drove us down there). We walked through the woods, four of us, and two of us knew where we were going, but two of us did not, and we kept walking and walking, and finally we got to this clearing, and suddenly we were there, overlooking the railroad track.

I used black & white film, mostly, back then.