what with the the noxious, foul, worthless spew from the media and the beyond absurd spinnings from ALL politicians and their mindless loyal lackeys, i often go to the railyard, even in the dead of winter, with some brahms or neil young, for my beauty, wisdom, and inspiration.
a short trip late sunday evening was no disappointment.
these 3 'bronze' pictures, with their depth of images, shaded by the long evening shadows of nearby trees, are interesting, perhaps miraculous.
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