tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805390.post6017748182400921294..comments2023-07-04T09:24:32.430-04:00Comments on The Bamboo Turtle: Time at the TracksBamboo Turtlehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01945413783013814072noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805390.post-20188826669800401122010-07-18T01:20:17.644-04:002010-07-18T01:20:17.644-04:00Jim, . Trains!. Oh yes!. I get it, I get you! Than...Jim, . Trains!. Oh yes!. I get it, I get you! Thank you. What a great project and stories with it.[ Time at the Tracks ] You make me think that I was someone mesmerized by watching the trains go by in my childhood. Particularly the express train Madrid / Port-Bou, the French border. It always passed by the station at full windy speed. Total awe of Industrial arrogance...it was practically Impossible to read the small rectangular destination board on the deep green wagon coach's sidewall while people often waved to us from open windows... And seeing the people in the restaurant wagon sitting at their tables in soft orange light from their tiny ivory pleated lamp shades... I thought that, that must be the ultimate experience: eating while the surroundings moved. It took me sometime to understand how could the people and the waiters keep things from falling on the tables and off them at such an amazing speed,? The tracks themselves was something totally forbidden territory for me. We were told that if you stepped too long on them you will get stuck to them and not be able to remove your body until the train will run you over. So crossing rails at the crossroad became a major dangerous adventure in my mind. My vengeance though became to wait for the steam rollers to go under me while I watch them from the main village bridge. As the first white cloud disoriented me i will run to the other side as fast as I could to still catch the whiff of carbonilla, wood, and steam plus the powerful sound of the whistle. I was giddy. I needed more, much and many more. As I reached the other side of the bridge I was already in France, not in my summer village anymore. Just like that, in matter of seconds. Fortunately my clothes absorbed and kept the smells well after helping me to keep longer my new identity. R.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805390.post-36879177442486162172010-07-11T21:33:12.646-04:002010-07-11T21:33:12.646-04:00I remember an older train area in Warrenton that a...I remember an older train area in Warrenton that also had a Tennis Court and a old train that me and Jimmy Robinson used to hang around when we were trying and noticed I said trying because we weren't all that successful to play the game of Tennis.......Also I remember a friend of mine at Marquette who was also a avid train person...I think family of his was involved in the train business...Thanks for generating these thoughts with your blog....<br /><br />Your eldest son,<br /><br />MarcAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01340665044233507550noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805390.post-4445706237394154082010-07-08T10:00:55.862-04:002010-07-08T10:00:55.862-04:00...a beautiful and intimate view of railroad track......a beautiful and intimate view of railroad tracks. When I was a teenager,two of my friends were killed in a car on the railroad tracks near my home in rural NC. The crossing did not have flashing lights or a safety arm. loisdAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805390.post-18608325836709408162010-07-08T08:29:50.466-04:002010-07-08T08:29:50.466-04:00Lovely. Thanks for sharing this.
-jdeerLovely. Thanks for sharing this.<br />-jdeerAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8805390.post-85050968275771373942010-07-08T07:36:06.941-04:002010-07-08T07:36:06.941-04:00Great photos, Jim, and a timely series given curre...Great photos, Jim, and a timely series given current planning for a high speed rail system in parts of the state.<br />DTWAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com