I’m drawn to train tracks. I love the feel and look of the tracks, with their brightly gleaming steel rails and their heavy wood railroad ties on the rough gravel beds. I love the railroad crossing gates, with their x-shaped railroad crossing sign, their clanging bells and flashing lights, and their striped crossing bars. But most of all, I love standing at a crossing — after carefully making sure no trains are approaching from either direction, of course — and looking down the tracks.
Have you ever thought about how evocative train tracks are? You can stand at a crossing in rural Ohio and look to the right or to the left and see the tracks disappear into the far distance, touching the horizon, a perfect study in artistic perspective. It’s almost as if you can look into infinity — and infinity can be found either direction.