Rain.

Train.

East line westbound into Atlanta. Main tracks.

Containers, every flatcar. Many double-deckers. No empties.

Many from China, a few from Hamburg Sud. One from Linea Mexico. Some miscellaneous that I couldn’t decode.

In a still car, watching the train pass: took me back to my childhood.

Evie: a huge thanks.

This entry was posted in personal, weather on Friday, 20 July 2007 at 8:52 pm.
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