Things that were, not to come

I was in Utica, NY last week.  Reminds me a lot of Albany, there’s a gritty beauty, full of the abandoned hulks of past industry, all rough edges with the hints (coffee shop here, new apartments there) of a resurgent future.

I took a train with my family up through the Adirondacks and back. The light was starting to change to the washed-out blue of fall, prepping for the flat-white skies that will dominate the winter.  It was a beautiful ride, past the farms, fields and small towns stranded along the tracks. The train itself was a monument to past glory, and we rode in a 70’s era passenger car (interesting mixes of brown, blue and green).  On balance, it left me thinking about the things that were, not to come. 

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Jesus it's early.