“There isn’t a train I wouldn’t take, no matter where it’s going”.
(Edna St. Vincent Millay)
The trees, the houses and an old arched bridge, where a train passes. I have been looking for a place in which to recreate this scene that for some time I had in my mind, and I finally found it in my city, catching the chance to photograph the new “Swing” regional train that in the meantime has replaced the classic convoys.
In this photo the colorful “Swing” regional train, while crossing the arched bridge before enter the campaigns of Macerata.
Titolo: A swing over the ancient bridge
Data: 1 April 2016
Album: The littorina between sea and mountains
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