The camera’s eye doesn’t lie,
So why should I?
As I stepped on every railroad tie,
It took quite a while,
then to find out it was only just a mile…
Layin’ down belly flat on the tracks,
Inside a cloud,
that foggy night
with the dim set light
and my lover in my sight.
Where the railroads interlock,
Our cameras were clickin’ like the tic-toc of a clock.
I feel better, not bitter,
good to know I’m not a quitter.
No shame in leaving my name,
It’s a habit and I’ve gotta have it.
There is no end to what’s ahead
- Norman Wicklund
The railway blues
An abandoned Atlanta school’s bathroom is slowly reclaimed by ivy and kudzu.