But, you know, on a shallow kind of level, they’ve never looked good to me. I’ve loved their personalities – but I’ve been clouded by their clutter. The signals, the adverts, the often dreary railtrack walls and scrawling, unimaginative graffiti. And on the inside? Well, it’s just bunch of chairs (at best) and drooling, snoring commuters (at worst.)
Or so I thought.
Yet my ongoing work (the likes of which led me to write this post - 17 Ways To Take Better Photos from Trains) has started to give me a different perspective.
But slowly, surely, trains have wormed their way into my heart.
There’s nothing special about this collection. Except that they’ve just become special to me.
So, dear trains, enjoy your Velveteen Rabbit moment. I hope that we’ll have many more like it together – and I hope that you never pass judgment on the way that I happen to look.