I have a certain fascination with trains. Love riding them to new places, love watching them trundle or streak by, love the sound in the distance. Every station has its side track with an unused passenger car or two, maybe some empty freights that have been waiting for years. But in Culoz I hit the jackpot. "Nothing there" indeed! Not just a stockpile of disused rail cars; Culoz has a wrecking yard, a photographer's paradise of colors, forms, repeating designs, and poignant decay.
How shall we manage?
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