3.24.2010


this photographic account of train hopping by an artist fills me with a deep yearning for the days before career(s), dogs & cat that I am responsible for, student and car loans, and a House Full of Things I Like.

Which is ok. I remember yearning sometimes for the opposite back then.

15 comments:

  1. AUGH, these are so lovely. I want to go outside.

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  2. Where is this place? I remember having seen it before but I can't recall if I saw it in a movie or for real...

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  3. I loooove Swampdonkey's photos. Big fan.

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  4. I WANT TO BE A HOBO ON A TRAIN

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  5. Someone I just met told me how he's been sailing around the world and only owns just a few clothes and hasn't owned a real bed in at least 3 years... I wanted to be him.

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  6. whoa! i thought for a hot second that was you. (even though i only kinda know what you look like) then i saw the text and i gotta agree. i miss being broke, i sure like having money. weird.

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  7. i liked reading your words in the post after viewing the images, my thoughts were very similar, when time stood still or at least when we did not rush it.

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  8. Ok but are you reading T.S. Spivet yet? Because you should be.

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  9. @rosanna various places. if you check out the flickr page the photographer gives a caption for most of them...

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  10. that first photo could be of you. you could frame it and imagine you were there.

    it reminds me of the polaroid kidd....who makes me wish i had actually went through with my fantasy to be a train-hopping crust punk kid. alas it was not meant to be.

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  11. I have always daydreamed of a wandering life hopping trains. Never knowing what the next day will bring. In another life I hope...

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  12. these are great, thanks for introducing me to this artist.

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  13. last weekend, we had to take a detour to NC because of a rock slide on i-40. the detour takes you through all of these lovely little mountain towns in the smokies... the french broad river ran next to us the entire way, and a railroad track followed the river on the other side. we were talking in the car about how amazing it would be to hop a train and see the sights... love this post.

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