Yesterday I took a short hike through town to get out of the house and take advantage of the spring air (which where I’m at feels like summer air). I stumbled across some railroad tracks and thought I might be able to take a couple of interesting photos. So, I began to walk along the tracks, feeling like I was breaking a huge cardinal rule or something. I told myself this out loud even, although I don’t think anything has traveled down those tracks for a long time.

I found broken glass, hair ties, garbage, pens and beer cans (of course), all things that shouldn’t be along railroad tracks…or should they? What is it about playing by the railroad tracks that intrigues people? Walking along them began to tell a story of bored workers chatting along the tracks from the factory next door, crushing their cigarette buds onto the rusted steel, or young kids wasting a Friday night away with a couple of beers they stole from their parent’s mini fridge.

For me, the railroad tracks reminded me of the movie “Sometimes They Come Back,” based on the Stephen King book where two kids walk along some tracks and one gets killed by a gang of local greasers. So I decided to go, but I did get a couple nice shots.