My fascination with different modes of transportation began at an early age—like probably 1 or 2. Perhaps it was hours-upon-hours of watching Thomas the Tank Engine or my parents ushering me around SEPTA to get all the places they had to go. In some ways, my obsession with trains is a product of childhood nostalgia. But in many other respects, my appreciation is a very conscious phenomenon that has blossomed with the sage wisdom of early adulthood.
Visit your local rail yard, and you'd be hard-pressed to find any two trains that look exactly the same. Like humans, they too carry the signs of age. They keep secrets and have stories to tell. They selflessly transport goods and people across the Earth, and many trains also serve as moving modern art installations. Basically what I'm saying is, I love trains, y'all.