Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Beside the Housatonic River, Autumn, 2010



PHOTOGRAPHER'S JOURNAL: They told me that time moves along a line, like a train on a railroad track vanishing into a dark, windy tunnel, but when I looked I saw it falling in layers, settling like old leaves and hickory nuts, the stones of Rome lying all about us.

2 comments:

Trotter said...

The rails are polished, but it doesn't seem a place for trains to go...

Ted Roth said...

And I've yet to see a moving train here. However, there are a bunch of moth-balled passenger cars on a side track about a mile downstream.