A friend from the 365 Project group commented on a recent photo: “Lots of inspiration on the morning commute, eh?” To which I thought, “I should take more photos from the afternoon commute!”
So it was that yesterday I found myself taking a lot of photos on the train ride home. It was raining, and I was having fun with the water drops beading on the window. As the train moved, the patterns behind the drops changed. Much of the ride was just a blur of green, as we sped past trees and undergrowth, but as we slowed coming into stations, the patterns would get more varied.
As I’ve mentioned several times¹, I’ve started taking the train into work more often. I really like taking the train, and in some ways it is more relaxing than driving: I can read (or even nap) during a big chunk of the commute, and don’t have to worry about city parking or traffic. On the other hand, it takes longer. When I drive, my commute is about one hour each way to get to work. When I take the train, it takes a bit more than 2 hours each way. A good hour of this each way is spent sitting on the train, the rest is spent driving to and parking at the train station one end, and taking the T and walking on the other end.
Yesterday’s homebound commute took 3 hours and 15 minutes. Because of a tree.
At the station 2 before mine, the train started to pull out of the station, and then stopped again. After a few minutes, the conductors came through to announce that there was a large fallen tree on the tracks ahead, and that it was too large for the train to push through. It apparently fell from one side of the tracks, where the root ball was still intact and partially buried, across both tracks, and smashed into the fence on the other side. We were told that a track crew had to be called to cut through the tree to let the train pass. There were murmurs of passengers volunteering to help move the tree, but the conductors believed the tree was too big², and the passengers were told they weren’t allowed to, anyhow. (I’m sure it was a liability issue.) We were told it would be only about a 20 minute wait. I translated that in my head to mean at least half an hour. Since we were still at a station, passengers were allowed to get off the train, and some probably called to get picked up there. Others waited out on the platform.
I was comfortable sitting on the train, and had my camera, phone and various electronic devices handy to keep me busy. John had already picked up Phoebe and Theo, so I didn’t have to worry about being late. I relaxed and took many more shots of raindrops on the window and rain splashing on the platform.
After about 45 minutes, the official track crew had still not arrived. But suddenly all the passengers hurried back onto the train, and we were told we were leaving. Apparently, the group of volunteers had moved the tree, after all. We got moving again, towards the next stop. Rather than continuing all the way to the end of the line, our train was going to let everyone off at the penultimate stop, and head back to Boston. So, I had an extra 15 minutes waiting for another train at a different stop. Just as the next train was pulling into the station, I spied this along side the curb where I was waiting:
Sometimes, in life, you come to a fork in the road. It is a rare occasion when you come to a spoon.
¹ Perhaps I’m trying to drive the point home?
² Did I mention that the tree was big? It was, from all accounts, a big tree. Also large.³
³ I should also say that I was glad that the tree, which was quite large, did not fall on the train.
13 thoughts on “I must have missed the fork in the road.”
Delightful post. I especially like the photos of the splashes of raindrops in the puddle. Well, and of course the spoon. I’ve always had a weakness for cutlery.
But I also enjoyed the close-ups on the window water droplets.
Love the photos! But I especially love the spoon in the road.
I loved this post and images. A spoon in the road is really much nicer than a fork. It is curvy and much more like a pendulum. The rain on the pane, not on the plain, was marvelous. You have also helped me with my “Water Defined” rain piece.
You always make me laugh.
I’m trying to imagine a group of random passengers moving a tree off a track. In the rain. Dressed in suits and ties and (or?) wearing high heels. How about that.
Love the pictures. You have a great eye. My favorite of course is the brilliant ending.
Love the spoon in the road pic! You are always so clever.
but what will you do when you come to a knife?
Heh, spoon in the road…
If there’d been more volunteers, they could’ve turned the tree into chopsticks.
I loved these pics Alejna. The really work as a conceptual series.
You’re right. I doubled up #28. We are already at 35 and 1/10 of the way in.
BTW, it was a beaded lampshade. The light source is in the middle of two rows of beads.
LOVE the spoon! Excellent eye, sister!
What train line do you take? I think you were on the same train ride as The Husband that day… he takes the train in from Waltham.