Saturday, 9 June 2012

'Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.'  
                                  Johnathan Safran Foer


Jane and Lance Hattatt said...

Hello Jane:
How railway lines evoke so many emotions. Many, many years ago we stood on the tracks, late one night at a country station, in the snow, here in Hungary and watched as the lights flickered and then disappeared on a departing train bound for its final destination, Moscow. So, we are not quite sure what. But the memory has remained with us.

WOL said...

What a forlorn thought! Posted some music on my blog which I think is right up your street -- peaceful, yet upbeat.

June said...

This photo is SO lovely Jane! Make's me wish I were walking alone that track and gathering wildflowers along the way : )
I hope you are well and smiling these days my dear friend.

Teresa Evangeline said...

What a beautifully melancholy phrase. Time and trains will do that, and time does seem to be moving faster, like the train departing the station and picking up speed as it goes.

I love Jane and Lance' moment in time.

Hope you are having a good week, Jane.