When the train rumbled by, my camera and I swayed with it.
The reflected colors of streetlights and caution lamps danced across its cold hull.
This is one of those photos that makes me a little giddy. I was not expecting to catch anything this sharp. I feel power whenever I experience a train go by. I say experience because it touches every sense. The sound of the whistle in the distance. The slow and steady rumble that grows beneath my feet. The scent of the wind whipped up by each passing car.
As a child, I remember sitting and counting the number of train-cars as my family would wait for the train to go by. Only the number of engines would give us any hint at the length of that giant metal snake. A behemoth pulling more weight than I could even think of a number for.
Now that I think about it, I feel that I have misrepresented this titan. I've replaced unchained power, with colorful silence. I guess you just had to be there.
Next time you get caught by those lowering rail guards, don't yell at the conductor through your windshield. Instead, sit and experience. You might just be amazed.