Railroad tracks trigger something inside me. Something about that urge to start travelling and find something I don’t even know yet I’m looking for. And there’s always that little danger involved, because no matter how sure I am that there’s no train coming right this instant, I always feel a little nervous stopping on the tracks and taking a moment. Actually, I like to take moments, and it seems to me that people do it less and less often nowadays, rushing by. And then a friendly passer-by snaps me out of my moment, asking if all is ok. Geniunely. Friendly passers-by always make me smile and comfort me that the world is not lost just yet.
Photo by: Anton Kusters @antonkusters