I shot the Medford trains twice this weekend, under bright and flat light, with 2 different cameras. While I don't suggest spending extended periods of time wedged between 2 long trains, I hope the colors were worth it. When you’re braced between 2 trains, every utterance sounds loud. With tons of metal as their speakers, small animals creep in and out of cars, birds take off and land, rats come and go like passengers these iron vessels once moved.
A Sunday construction crew working beside you lets loose unholy roars as they spin in their cockpits across gravel near the tracks. Messages from the so many voices who have made mark here demand your attention, and yet…there is always the possibility that a stranger will sneak through in the shaft of light before or behind you, mistaking you for…someone… he killed in a dream last night… 
Pipes shoot white steam into the air; factory conveyor belts push fruit from crate to truck. You glimpse them every 50 feet as you lurch from car to car, trying not to get sucked into the symphony of steel and rivet, hinge and wheel, the drone and clang of a stopped train charging through this winter valley.
