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vaneramosRailway lines reveal backsides of cities. I enjoy riding trains to see this other face, the less elegant aspects of human habitation and industry.
These photos come from close to home, between Stevenson Street and Victoria Road. Though it's only a block away, I had never explored that stretch before yesterday. This is not the busy passenger line running service from Guelph to Toronto, but a quieter cargo line heading further south of east along the Eramosa River toward Erin Mills. Where it leads, I would like to know.
Behind a row of washed out houses I found some rotting wooden ties. As I poked around, I noticed a woman working nearby. She was slender and tough, with long brown hair and a dry face. She pushed a wheelbarrow, picking up wooden scraps.
"What did you find?" she asked.
Nothing really.
Then I noticed a crumbling pickup and went over to photograph it. As I squatted there, she came over.
"Photography class?" she asked.
"Just for fun," I said. "Sometimes old things are the most interesting."
She cocked an eye at the truck. "That's really old.".
She took a red wagon some child had left behind and dragged it away.
These photos come from close to home, between Stevenson Street and Victoria Road. Though it's only a block away, I had never explored that stretch before yesterday. This is not the busy passenger line running service from Guelph to Toronto, but a quieter cargo line heading further south of east along the Eramosa River toward Erin Mills. Where it leads, I would like to know.
Behind a row of washed out houses I found some rotting wooden ties. As I poked around, I noticed a woman working nearby. She was slender and tough, with long brown hair and a dry face. She pushed a wheelbarrow, picking up wooden scraps.
"What did you find?" she asked.
Nothing really.
Then I noticed a crumbling pickup and went over to photograph it. As I squatted there, she came over.
"Photography class?" she asked.
"Just for fun," I said. "Sometimes old things are the most interesting."
She cocked an eye at the truck. "That's really old.".
She took a red wagon some child had left behind and dragged it away.
