I like to write in layers.
The surface is but the top of that parfait.
When I need to find ground, it helps to pick up a camera.
When I’m lost, I need to travel back to a special place.
On this September Day, I needed to be back long ago.
My links to it were memories of a trip in August 1981; a black EMD end-cab diesel, and a old Brooklyn Eastern District sidetank steam switcher.
I was seeing each of these things for something other than what they are.
My reality wasn’t very good that day, but at least I made some photos.
Too often the differential between how we want things to be and how they really are, results in our disconnection with reality. Sometimes that disconnect leads to delusion; other times it is necessary to get through the day.
In the end, the old little blue engine is unlikely to ever work the Brooklyn dockside again.



Tracking the Light Explores Railway Photography.
