BOXCAR AN 2256

 

It always caught my eye. Even years later reviewing my album library, the photo stood out. I was never sure if someone attempted to make it an art object or if time had done so, but it was.

Boxcar AN 2256. So much it told about the city. How things were used and used, then just put on the side to languish on the edge of the city. You could see it in the distance, the pillars of profit. Far from where the boxcar rested against a worn warehouse of the same fate. 

I could only guess how many miles its travels entailed, how it got all its marks and scraps. Reminding me somehow, everything has it time, to spend it well.