Tracks along Seward

Well… here we are. It feels like summer (and a big season of life) is wrapping up. Labor Day is right around the corner, nights are getting darker earlier, the weather is cooling down a bit, it just feels like we’re approaching that transitional phase where summer slowly turns into fall. I had to take photos here on the railroad tracks, because it’s the end of a pretty meaningful phase for me, of time I’ve spent on the west side. Railroad tracks symbolizes a journey in life, and it’s kind of funny they’re a symbol in mine, of places I’ve lived that meant a lot to me for different reasons. I find myself hearing the train go by all the time, the horns...