Nights at the Lay-up

15 Mar

“We hopped out of the truck with my backpack and tripod. We traversed through a thorny pass, snapping twigs and almost out of control on the dry dirt beneath the weeds. We reached the rocks and tucked ourselves in the shadows. My heart beat in my ears and the factory lights reflected off the rails; adrenalin was made for this scene.


As we walked along the tracks charging semi’s mimicked a passing thought, the kind you have from beginning to end. My Grandma’s house had a train track about 15 feet from her porch. All of the cousins would sleep on the living room floor and I could hear the Amtrak coming from far away.

Behind the freeway billboards above the rail yard I saw crew names. I got excited thinking about that perspective. It was easy to think out here in the night. The secret hiss of cans, the stars, the yellow flowers that wave in the industrial wind and it’s moments like these… more real than my dreams.” Erin Ashford

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