The lonely boxcar…

I don’t know how many times I’d drive by the old warehouse hoping to catch glimpse of a train…

Too many times, I lost count. A lonely boxcar on the weed strewn siding was usually standing sentry over a rail-way that otherwise looked to be part way through being reclaimed by nature. Service may be sparse but at least it’s still available, though for how long none of us know. For now these stationary markers of a life beyond the railway, of journeys and places we can only dream of, keep visiting our little stretch of four foot eight and a half inches.

This scene was captured this morning on Kinross, my little slice of Prince Edward Island in H0 scale. Until next time, more soon…