A Local Train Door-Pole. And a Night view of another Train rushing past.
- The picture was taken from inside a Local Train Compartment, before Sunrise, using the Light coming from within the Compartment itself.
The Past few weeks have gone by in Top Gear. Just like these images. The Speed & The Rush in my Life is somehow preventing me to write too.
“Whose woods these are I think I know,
His house is in the village though.
He will not see me stopping here,
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer,
To stop without a farmhouse near,
Between the woods and frozen lake,
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake,
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep,
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. ”
– Robert Frost
Everyone is on the look out for his own ‘El Dorado’ or the promised land. It is not important if you find it before anyone else, because one day you would. One day you would stop and say, ‘Yes! This is the Life I wanted’. And it will be your El Dorado. What is more important is how you get there. Because then, you will realise, you are not very far.
