March 3, 2009

Singing Trains

A wonderful old roadhouse in Keene, 2009.

Himself: Back at work and smiling. Walking.

Herself: Still smiling because of the Spent the day doing email and computer things. Groceries too. Discovered a rabidly Nazi page of period art. Photos of a new, wider me are depressing tho.

Balance: Taking pictures by the bay. Working on the ship piece.

It’s quiet out here at the beach. Dark too. No singing in the air from trains as they pass by far below. I loved discovering that surprise. Trains sing. I knew they would roar with four heavy-duty diesels in the van of a string of cars pulling up a long grade. I didn’t know they would sing.

It’s a humming sound. From above, it seems to fill the air with singing. In the night you can hear the engines roar first…..then the hum of the singing. When you are up close, standing next to a string of cars moving by, there are other sounds too. The thump of a flattened wheel, a screech as a metal wheel rubs on a curve, and a whine when a wheel seems to need a little extra attention.

Only when you have a little distance do you hear the whole as singing. Never will I think of a train as a wholly mechanical thing again.

Tehachap and Hub watching a train move through the Tehachapi Loop.

1 comment:

  1. How very poetic. When in Berlin, I stay at some new friends' place that is in a lovely part of the city and whose balcony looks over the street car tracks. Many people would think this takes away from the wonders of the place, but they (and I) think it adds to it. The clanking of the street cars, the high drone when the metal wheels strart rolling quickly... it is a song of sorts, just like you discribe.


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