Of Old Railways and Bridges

     New England, specifically the state of Maine, afforded me to take a glimpse not only of the cottage-style houses found in the rustic towns, but also of railways and bridges. If this would have been another booming city, these structures would have been torn down.

     Something I learned about myself when I cross under them, I just feel "weird." It's something ethereal, enigmatic, and romantic. Like I'm hearing age-old stories told to me again, the keeper of their secrets.