SIDE TRACKED
I admit I'm a little drawn to the railroad. I love the cars and the crossings and the tracks. Whenever I come across empty tracks, I stand at that point and look. You can never see the end. I like to wonder where that track leads to. A railroad track is so rugged and rough, and often times surrounded by beautifully natural things.
This particular track is right smack dab in the middle of the suburbs, and it's right across the street from a place that will forever remind me of my dad after he's gone. Maybe now this photo will remind me of him too.
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