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No sign of the Ochils just west of Falkirk High station.....
Mt. Fuji, Japan
Whooo I love travelling all day and waking up at 3am and only having four hours sleep total. Lots of fun!
Seriously tho I am so glad to be on this holiday, work and the tense atmosphere at home has been killing me.
After night’s black abandoned truck— morning is locked down tight, and the sky’s brewing up some trouble. So far at the bottom of this moment, she could fall off. Coat hem. A pair of sultry shoes. She is five. Small for her age. Meeting her father for the first time. Union Station. Denver. Behind the harsh horizon beyond the tracks, a dark wildness over the swing set, brick yard, development. Little nowhere, where Did you come from? The train roams through the gone and vanquished, some pale, soft voice talking. Spooks. Phantoms. He is the unclosed cut of her. Find the missing dark scythe. Find the jawbone of an ass. Dead wood, cemetery, oil vat shooed away—harried— by the train’s advance. First this, then that, then a thrush’s three notes happen all at once at once at once and a figure in a red hat.
Poem of the day: October 31, 2016 From a Train // Lynn Emanuel
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I'm very proud of this #photography 'cause was taken from a train! :P You can see more photographs taken from the train here:http://emertywolf.blogspot.com.es/2013/09/tren-madrid-barcelona-i.html