The pinks:

The grays:

Seriously, love how the muscles turned out in this one.

Yeah, I know, the perspective gives most people vertigo, but I don’t really care. Like I say up in here time and time again, I try to do something different in this place, make it pop, make an impact. Did I do it this time? You guys be the judge.

HA! In an immense change in “editorial” “policy,” I have decided to post photos of a train from 1940 instead of making a train from now look like 1940. Yes, I know this is a radical shift from my usual posting of photos of trains from now and making them look like 1940. Anyways, into the time machine we go:

After poking straining myself to take a look inside the train, the train’s operator happily let me in. I have to say that it was quite the sight, just getting off the T in South Station to see this beautiful piece of machinery. Two more pics, to round it out:

OK, pitchfork wielding villagers, yes, it is overexposed, but I am kind of experimenting with overexposure as a good thing in my photos lately, so bear with me. One more? Yeah, I can do that:

I thought mostly black and white fit with this train. Like I mentioned, I got a looky-loo inside and sorry for there is just one photo:

I know, just one measly shot, but this one was the best. The train itself, if you will take words instead of photos was really wonderful. It was truly like something like something out of Alfred Hitchcock or some wonderful movie staring Cary Grant, who has a secret, who meets a mystery woman on a train across America. Or something.

You know what? Sometimes the most interesting and magical things happen to us in the most mundane of places.

So I decided to post this:

This is an old photo I took in Florida, revived by the magic of post production. Post production I did while cleaning out my computer’s hard drive so I could, you guessed it, load more photos of Italy onto my computer. Everyone thank the wizard for being so cooperative while I do this.

Otherwise, it is a shot from below sh*&%y touristy kind of shot that I do not post ’round these parts. If you still think this is a typical tourist shot, please feel free to post some kind of long rant in the commentary section, but remember to keep it under five paragraphs because more than that and it gets repetitive:

Photography means so much to me, as all of you know. In its purest form, it can be a photo of a moment of a time or an incident or even a feeling. What I try to do sometimes in photos is capture a memory from the past that is not necessarily even mine. When I was getting this one ready, I thought “what would a vacation photo from Venice look like 100 years ago?” I hope I made a good approximation here: