When I’m at a loss for what to post here, I sometimes go through old photos. Assuming I didn’t get distracted while remembering what was going on when each photo was taken, I sometimes happen upon one that I think would look good here on the blog.
Because I take so many photos when I travel, I often have a backlog of shots that I’ve wanted to put up here. Some need a bit of explanation, while others really speak for themselves. This one falls mostly in the latter category.
It’s the train station in York, and I love old train stations. Adore them, actually. The bend in the track leading to who knows where – and the brightness in the distance.
I could go on, but I’ll do so another time. I’ll let the photo speak for itself.