BRIGHTON TRACKS ︎ MEDIUM FORMAT FILM PHOTOGRAPHY
My childhood home until the age of ten was next to a trainline, sitting above a steep embankment.
The trainline was for freight, and the trains would run at night. I would feel their rumblings as they passed from my box room above the stairs, and it would give me a familiar comfort as I wondered where these trains had come from and where they were heading.
The overgrown embankment was my back yard and my friends and I would spend our time building dens, making rope swings, and walking up and down the tracks.
When I hear the distant rumblings of a train it can take me back to that house on the hill, the steep embankment, and the childhood friends I have long since lost touch with
The trainline was for freight, and the trains would run at night. I would feel their rumblings as they passed from my box room above the stairs, and it would give me a familiar comfort as I wondered where these trains had come from and where they were heading.
The overgrown embankment was my back yard and my friends and I would spend our time building dens, making rope swings, and walking up and down the tracks.
When I hear the distant rumblings of a train it can take me back to that house on the hill, the steep embankment, and the childhood friends I have long since lost touch with