The Trainyard

The clouds finally cleared up in Georgia, and we got some beautiful sunshine this week. I told Claire and Amy I was itching to go into Atlanta to take some pictures, and they said they were feeling mutual. So we looked around for a while till we found this place by the train yard. I had been there before, but finding this little bridge proved more difficult than I expected. I told them I wished that I could work on a train yard just to be there for a while. It’s the kind of place that makes you feel like you’re alive back in the early 20th century, like you could jump on one of these trains and it would take you across a black and white America into the Wild West. Oh, and Claire wore fur so that she would feel like Hugh Glass.
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