For as long as I can remember, trains have held a certain amount allure for me. Where are they going? Where are they coming from? What are they transporting? Maybe it’s my sense of wanderlust and wanting to travel and see different places.
We have trains running about a mile from our home. Most times we never hear them, but when the wind is right they sound like they’re passing just down the road. I love that sound of the whistle blowing.
Today we went down to the tracks near our home and there were some very colorful trains sitting on the tracks. These are just a few of the photos.
Maralee
Through My Lens 
Neat pics. I admire your tenacity to take on this project and have to write every day, also.
Travelling…train is the most romantic place for writing.
Nice shots!Greetings from Greece 🙂