text & photography Patrick La Roque
There’s something almost magical about train engines. Their sheer size is of course awe inspiring, but it goes beyond that. I think trains have passed into our collective consciousness as agents of change, symbols of promised lands and new horizons. There’s a palpable aura of mystery that goes beyond mere nostalgia when you find yourself surrounded by these giants. The steam, the black iron, the rich woods… It all screams of adventure, small or life changing.
It’s travel beyond simple transportation, beyond displacement of bodies from one point to another along a straight line. Standing next to some of these century old monuments of the mechanical age, I found myself wishing for disruption.
Something much closer to falling than moving.
