22 July, 2012

Waiting for the train on a windy day

Hamilton train station is looking particularly forlorn these days. I am not sure how often it sees passengers but these two were wandering up and down the platform, backpacks near the palms, hair whipping their faces as the wind blew at a steady pace.
It felt very desolate .
Then, all of a sudden, a few taxis arrived, more people, the ticket office opened and it bustled for 45 minutes. The train came, just three carriages of passenger compartments, people all got on , none got off and it was gone again.
Then is was just me and the wind again. If this were a movie, a tumbleweed would roll by just about now.

Oil on gessoed hardboard
20x25 cm

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