Only a remote dream, once upon a time
This is a view from Pete Johnson's incomparable Canada St. It epitomises everything I ever wanted to create, simply superb. Modern compact digital cameras, and phones, by the way, are perfectly suited to this kind of shot, having a depth of focus inversely proportional to the size of the sensor. For this kind of shot, the smaller the sensor, the better.
This could so easily be Hoo Junction, in the late sixties... Everything seems completely right, to me. A transport in time, I am overwhelmed. I can smell the locomotive, hear it ticking over, feel the warmth from its radiators, hear the clank and bang of nearby shunting, the squeal of wheel against check rail, of loose brake against tyre, I really feel as if I am there, awkwardly attempting to capture this last green six-fiver with my instamatic. Thank you, Pete. Thank you so very much, for bringing back to me such vivid memories of some of the most deliriously happy days of my life.
And then, pehaps another trip, east London. And there are two of these! In this little, forgotten yard, I came looking for shunters, only! The evening sun, bathing everything in its warmth, such excitement, and the numbers, I think, will not be so hard to obtain...
Please accept my apologies for the crop of the second photo, I wished to emphasize the way only the barest visual hint of one's quarry would excite the heart...
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