Don't ask why but for some reason I'm attracted to peeling paint, rust and trains. Why trains? It wasn't until I headed off to graduate school I took my first train ride. I remember like it was yesterday because I was heading into Philadelphia and another first happened on that ride. It was my first experience with wide scale grafitti, abandoned homes, burned out buildings and more trash then I'd ever seen at one time. Growing up, I lived in a rural area where none of these things existed. But, like abandoned homes in the same state of decay as trains, I often wonder who lived in the house or rode the train. In many cases it's an often shocking, visual realization of the end of a slower, gentler way of life.
In past visits, the train yard had a lot of old trains, many of them, sadly, rusting and rotting away on the tracks. Literally. There's no money to save all of them and many of them were gone notably one, a business car, we'd gotten permission to photograph years ago.