"What time does the next train arrive?" I asked the older man on the platform.
"1:01am is the last train" he replied with a smile.
These 12 pictures on 35 mm put me on the map as a Travel Photographer.
...Summer is next unreliable machinery a back of debts then you're in the fields before you know it humming a song from last night but you can't remember it because the sun's rising from the ground exploding wheat sky sparks from which emerge the man from the indispensable store talks about life while thinking about the war Big city life with wild things on rooftops so it's 101 on the 401 underground hiding till a voice in the crowd tells you about somewhere else altogether back the way you came the setting sun's in your eyes till inertia & momentum abandon you in a place you avoided all together where plastic looks better then flesh waiting for the glue to dry before you lose your mind set where you’re going before you realize you’re already there surfing on the ocean & walking down the pier with an open boat window playing that song you couldn’t remember because your head was beside an open car window...
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"What time does the next train arrive?" I asked the older man on the platform.
"1:01am is the last train" he replied with a smile.
These 12 pictures on 35 mm put me on the map as a Travel Photographer.
...Summer is next unreliable machinery a back of debts then you're in the fields before you know it humming a song from last night but you can't remember it because the sun's rising from the ground exploding wheat sky sparks from which emerge the man from the indispensable store talks about life while thinking about the war Big city life with wild things on rooftops so it's 101 on the 401 underground hiding till a voice in the crowd tells you about somewhere else altogether back the way you came the setting sun's in your eyes till inertia & momentum abandon you in a place you avoided all together where plastic looks better then flesh waiting for the glue to dry before you lose your mind set where you’re going before you realize you’re already there surfing on the ocean & walking down the pier with an open boat window playing that song you couldn’t remember because your head was beside an open car window...