These images are from a late night expedition into “Frankenstein’s Recycle,” a junk yard off of the providence worcester rail line. I dont have any deep or profound commentary on the trip. I simply feel at home in this place, sitting alone amongst the rusting metal, and piled tires. The yellow light and sound of train hitches lurching into motion settles me.
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There's a lot of sadness in these images.