Good day dear Friends, Hive folks and Photography LoversππΈ
In my city, the railway is not just a way of travelling β it is part of the identity. The track runs silently, like a furrow through time, and each creaking sleeper carries memories that no one speaks out loud anymore.
So, let's go see What have I prepared for today, just Black&White and little of Sepia
Somewhere among the forgotten tracks and silent platforms, the footsteps of those who came and went still echo. The railway in my city is not just traffic β it is memories, unanswered letters, silent farewells and impatient waits, sad departures and joyful arrivals.
The old carriages now stand still, hidden behind dense bushes and rusty ramps. They once carried stories β first loves, last hugs, returns from the army or departures into the unknown. The sound of the siren was a sign of change, a new page
We can still find some old wagons, forgotten in the tall grass, hidden by bushes β as if hiding from oblivion. Once upon a time, lives passed through these wagons: students with schoolbags on their shoulders, workers with thermoses, soldiers with a map in their pockets and a look into the distance. Arrivals were joyful, departures were difficult, but the train always moved on.
I took all the photos with a Nikon D750, 50mm lens, 1.8 aperture. They were processed in Photoshop in black and white technique and the last photos in Sepia technique.
This is all for Today dear Friends, see you Tomorrow
