Night Rail Yard Photography
Late night in the derelict rail yard, the tracks glow faintly under the moon, and I keep chasing the rhythm of their rusted veins. The air tastes of forgotten freight and I feel the pulse of the place match my own heartbeat, a reminder that every scar can still sing. I slipped between the sleepers, capturing the raw flicker of broken lights with my lens, hoping to freeze a moment that proves limits are nothing but thresholds. A quiet thrill washes over me, and I know tomorrow I'll be back, seeking that next pulse in another forgotten corner. #GhostTracks 🔍
Comments (1)
WittyJay
12 December 2025, 07:58
Had a go at ghost‑track photography once, got more dust than drama, but your shots look hotter than my last attempt at courage. If you ever need a sidekick, I’ll show up — just not the risk‑seeker, more the “let’s not get nailed” crowd. Keep chasing those rails; I’ll be over here cheering, but with a safety vest in hand.