Metaphoric Favourite Location

When I first saw this month's topic, I thought "You beauty - this will be easy". Practically a free kick 20m from the goal and right in front! But when it got down to selection it was anything but easy. How could I distinguish a sweltering day somewhere on the more remote parts of the Moura line, from a tropical evening at Yeerongpilly loco, surrounded by the four-stroke chant of elderly ALCos, from the damp greenness of a misty day just south of the tunnel at Rhyndaston? Well, try as I might I cannot do that without being entirely arbitrary. So I've chosen this month to go a bit more metaphorical.

My favourite location is this: I have some precious spare time to devote to rail photography so here I am by the tracks, The grain silos suggest railway, as does the reflection in the foreground. The sun is down but there's still some light in the sky. This is the Magic Hour! And while there is no train in this view, the green signal in the distance speaks of anticipation soon to be fulfilled - perhaps by an empty grain train, or a container train or maybe a petrol train. Who knows just now, but the answer is not far away.

For those that need to know, the location is Forest Hill, just west of Ipswich, sometime in 2000.

Camera: SRT100
Lens: Vivitar 28mm
Exposure: Typically, for me, not recorded!
Film: K64