#trainstaion

[daybr43ks-lam8]

I jus.t, , want.e..d ot ifndd.. ,a trainstaion.. .

[el is eating a carrot like bugs bunny, laying on little suns bed]

what's up, doc?

snf. mfm n n ..snfff. .

[alfamashop]

Catching the #Train to the #Blue #Sky 😊 #Lisboa #Lisbon #Portugal #TrainStaion (em Estação Santa Apolónia) https://www.instagram.com/p/B08QknPH86b/?igshid=1k7mgwxj6bbv8

[christinalai]

atmosphere light test

[charleypollard]

Welcome home {#autnum #fall #destruction #vandalism #everythingbreaks #whileimgone #shattered #trainstaion}

[realblackandwise-blog]

Zürich | main train station | 1847 #architecture #zürich #trainstaion #maintrainstation #blackandwhite #bw #train #people #pedestrian (hier: Zürich, Switzerland) https://www.instagram.com/p/BvMWljHgCs4/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=131xgy5kg6ine

[depressionisthedevi1]

Love you trainstaion.

[kagamebruce-blog]

Tired of this journey Meaningless adventures Tired of a Positivity life Call me a sabering victim Who is done with; sleep in peace on an empty head _ #art #instagood #ucu #Afro. #UgPoet #Poetry #photohab #photography #husky #nature #ugphotography #Africanpoet #logexpo #visualsoflife #visualarts #vintageclothing #trainstaion #train #ugcampus #ugpoet #blackandwhite #edit #ps #uganda #glasses #halfnaked #weed #addict https://www.instagram.com/p/BqIgNJuhcrG/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=yw2sfz62zhsd

[lelienhof]

Tracking pink #pink #photography #tracks #traintracks #summer #graphitti #tagging #photographer #trainstaion #oslo #lelienhof (ved Barcode Oslo)

[glen-to-the-t]

Taken in Taichung, Taiwan

[thanakorn62]

4:37 PM :#trainstaion, #clock#time#train# #spi_action #spi_citylife #spi_bnw #spi_shadows #bnwmood #bnw_rose #bnw_life #bnw_shot #bnw_sniper #bnw_captures #bnw_society #bnwminimalismmag #shadowhunters #ihaveathingforshadows #streetphotography #streetleaks #ig_bnw #ig_shots #ig_daily #ig_myshot #bnw_madrid #bnw_legit #noir_shots #bnw_switzerland #Leica #leicaphotography #leicam240 #thailand (at Hua Lum Phong (State Railway of Thailand Central))

[me-and-me-to]

DC escalator out of the metro station.

[musian]

📱📸🏙• • • • • • • • • • #photographer #photography #streetsoftoronto #onatrio #Toronto #buildings #pedestrian #millennial #man #majorcity #joy #street #streets #streetshot #streetphotography #streetphoto #strephotographer #lights #clutter #faded #city #citylife #mtl #montreal #urbanphotography #urbanphoto #urbanstreets #urbanocity #trainstaion (at Toronto, Ontario)

[marcel-grichting-photography]

DampfLokomotive

[heydoctordoctorplease]

late-night notes: trains and wine

On my first visit, as usually happens with all things the first time, I hadn't realized exactly what I was being told about the apartment, enchanted by the dim morning light peering through the large window and filling the attic with a misty and musky light. It had just the right amount of romanticism to get inspired and just about not too much too get carried away in its haziness. In all fairness, the landlord, a slender man with a crooked nose and a ridiculous pasmina around his neck and shoulders, told me that the attic was right above the local town train station. “You might hear trains pass by sometimes, or stopping at the station, but I wouldn't be bothered about it. You're a writer, right? I'm sure you will find it an inspiring background melody”. He said with a smile that revealing every surface and shine of his teeth. I thought at that moment where he could stick his background melody, but to be honest I was enchanted by the small space and was more than delighted to overlook his stupidly camouflaged warning for the price he was offering it and after giving a small deposit I got the keys to my new apartment. Or maybe we should call it room, since there wasn't much of a division of space except for the bathroom. I moved in the next morning, since it wasn't really much of a hassle anyway. I had 3 large suitcases. One with clothes, shoes and bed sheets, one with books and one with everything else that didn't fit in the categories of books or clothes. In about an hour I had finished unpacking and since it was still considerably early, I decided to wait for the train station to open and head to the cantine for a coffee, or something stronger. At what I imagined was between 7 and 8 o clock, - I had forgotten my clock, I didn't own a watch or a phone, and my computer cable had given up so I couldn't turn it on – I walked down the stairs and chose the door on the right heading directly – my landlord had told me – to the train station's ticket office. I opened the door lost in thought and suddenly realized three pairs of eyes staring at me. I was standing right in the middle of the ticket office, however found myself looking at the inside of it, the side behind the glass, the safe place of the workers of the train station. The faces of two women and a man were turned towards me. Their expressions told me that they weren't quite sure if they were amused or annoyed by this sudden interruption of their automatic routine. I quickly explained that I had just moved in on the floor above and had had no idea that I was given the key to an inside entrance to the station. I was just looking for the cantine. They pointed at the door on my left. “Cantine's there” said the man without smiling, nevertheless politely. “Bring me a coffee, will ya?” said one of the women that was sitting with her back turned without even looking up. “Black, one sugar”. I was slightly but not unpleasantly taken aback by her directness and agreed while only getting a view of the back of her neck. She had a long neck. I opened the door on my left and stepped into the cantine like stepping into a different world. My ear rang with shouts of people looking for their platform, their children, their suitcases, their tickets and their sandwiches. The waiters were running here and there knocking into tables, chairs and there were several pigeons that had probably flown in through the open door feeling lucky. I ordered a black coffee with sugar and a whiskey for myself and waited a few minutes for the panicked waiter to figure out which glass to use for my drink. I got nearly water glass full of whiskey and ice. A few minutes and slugs later I went back upstairs, lightheaded from my breakfast and the commotion. Now that the train station had opened and everything was up and running, you could hear the clattering and shouts all the way to my attic and between the whistles and the train breaks every minute or so, I could hardly hear myself think, and after a while I found myself sitting in front of the window, looking at the downstairs activity, absent minded, keeping notes and drawing sketches of small figures, scenes and movements. The view was as chaotic as its soundtrack. Over the next few weeks, I got used to waking up in the middle of the night to the sudden noise of containers shifting and the first workers talking and shouting instructions to each other. After the first nights of jumping up to the bangs of the containers being put down with the delicacy of a rhinoceros, I would sit myself in front of the window, open a bottle of red wine, and stare outside until daybreak with my head spinning with thoughts and images. Other that the few morning workers, everything else was dark, highlighting the interior of the night trains passing by in the distance and the drowsy people leaning against the fogged windows. At daybreak, I would go back to sleep for a couple of hours and the moment I woke up, I would walk downstairs, greet the three backs, go to the cantine, order a whiskey and a black coffee - one sugar. Lightheaded, I would go upstairs and write about my previous night.

[dmaison]

When we arrived at the station miles in the wrong direction 🚊 . . . . #sydney #australia #travel #train #photooftheday #pottery #urban #sleek #architecture #transport #grey #gold #trainstaion #love #sun #design #happy #travelling #structure #art #beauty #beautiful #instagood #instalike #instamood #picoftheday #modern #cool (at Newcastle, New South Wales)