FASTER than fairies,
faster than witches,
Bridges and houses,
hedges and ditches;
And charging along
like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows
the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!
~~ "From a Railway Carriage," Robert Louis Stevenson
great photo essay to accompany that poem. I've never been to Toronto, so it's always interesting to see it.
Thanks, Heather! These were taken on our way out of the city on the train (a bit out of order, though). You get to see a lot of the backsides of things, warehouses, fences with graffiti alongside the tracks--not always beautiful, but at least colourful!
As a side note, this was the first time we had been on a *real* train in years. It's not as cheap as the bus, but it's definitely more comfortable.
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