The view from the train

Never the manicured backyards, but rather those more likely to be strewn with the stuff of lives lived hastily and further towards the edge.

Some horses. A lone deer in a field.

Shallow patches of leafy green woods, the kind secretly inhabited by kids who sneak off to create a world of their own in defiance of their mothers. 

Bold artistic statements clandestinely sprayed on the massive canvass of the rumbling freight trains. 

And a woman on the beach who pauses to relish the sheer power, then gives a friendly wave to all on board.