Is it possible that sometimes the only reason why some things fail is because of one stupid little thing called lack of confidence? How could it be. You know you are talented. You know you got this. Still, some intangible feeling can stop you dead in your tracks. It sure can. But it also doesn’t have to.
This feeling creeps into my insides or is it localized in the pit of my stomach? If I could take a stab at describing it, I would use adjectives like warm, heart palpitations, fluttering, woozy, butterflies. These words are probably common when describing the physical feeling of the tertiary emotion, excitement.
In a year and some change, my life will be full of possibilities that haven’t been options for about fifteen years. The cage door will open; which way do I fly? I miss the Mpls. Why limit myself to Minnesota? What about Austin, Colorado Springs, Wyoming, Alaska? Life is about the journey. Sometimes the journey takes us to a pit stop and it ends up being longer than expected. That journey doesn’t stop, it just continues in ways planned out by the great spirit so that growth can prepare us for the next adventure.
I was reminded of that feeling again and so I photographed it to remember the moment. One of the many reasons I love photography. The story behind the image makes the image so much more poweful.
My Grandpa Clarence retired from Burlington Northern Railroad. I contribute my feeling of nostagla and my aesthetic love for trains, and all things associated with the railroad because it reminds me of a time when life was simpler, Americans were hard working, infrastructure was growing because so were American dreams. Americana. The train symbolizes so many things. It seems foolish to even attempt to list them. For me, one of my favorite things is though, is that it symbolizes the journey.