I took these a little while ago. There is something about train art that draws me so strongly. Is it my complete lack of context, as though the messages were from an entirely different time or culture peaking my curiosity and firing the imagination?
The trains like reluctant mailcarriers taking these strange letters thousands of kilometers for passers-by to puzzle over, And the inscrutability of these messages makes me feel voyeristic as though i had snuck into someones house and was furtively reading their personal correspondence with an old lover or friend.
I love the idea of self-portraits so I’ve started learning through trial and lots of error how to do this with my Cannon. I’ve especially had a lot of fun playing with the shutter speed.