There is something inspiring about places of transit and movement. Trains are a means to an escape, sometimes inexplicably romantic and steeped with a sense of adventure. Or, just a way to get somewhere, depending on your sensibility.
Train stations have always precipitated in me a particular mood. I like the shiny platforms, the wide open spaces inside the stations, the muffled announcements on the PA, the hisses and metallic sounds of the trains, the anticipation of an excursion.
During my frequent bouts of general malaise, absent of inspiration and over-run by over-pondering brought forth by some perceived solitude, these are places that poke at that part of myself that wants to be going somewhere in secret.
Over the trains at Atocha.
The beginning and end, Cercanías Renfe.
I don’t know what you do but your photos always look magical. You can make trash on train tracks look like art!
What do you do to make your photos look this way?
Thanks, haha. That train track one was actually just taken with my iPhone. On other pics, I’ll sometimes bring up the contrast and/or exposure to bring out more color, and then maybe a blur around the edges.
Magical might be taking it a bit too far, though. Ha.
Thanks again!
I’ve been on it! I’m so glad I came to visit. Great description. I feel more connected to your travels.
Love the Atocha Train Station. If I have to be in that station for awhile, I sit in the cafe by the palm trees and pond and relax!