As I saw this old abandoned freight train, I had to stop, to sit down and to play that old folk song “FREIGHT TRAIN” on my Dobro resophonic guitar, enjoying the secret place like a little forgotten chapel or a nest in a tree; that secret place helped me to find again the buried music of my 1968 youth revolution memories…
related (and thanks to Ailsa’s weekly Travel theme photo challenge):
http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/06/15/secret-places/
http://soundslikewish.wordpress.com/2012/06/15/ailsas-travel-photo-challenge-secret-place/
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