Freight Train

It was overcast this morning, heavy and sullen. I tramped up one of the few overpasses that have a sidewalk, and waited for a train to pass by. I seemed to wait for ever and when it came, I decided that trains are not very interesting from above, unless they have people clinging to them. This one didn't, of course. Well, having waited, and become very hot and sweaty while I waited, I am going to blip the train. I have played with it, and I quite like the hand coloured 1930s post card look. It is just missing the steam, which is just as well or I would have been hot, sweaty and covered in black smuts.

What delightful weather we have. It keeps me in a constant state of inelegance. Jane Austen