This image reminds me of my childhood, growing up on Liberty Hill in Charleston, South Carolina. We lived walking distance from this classic train station, and it was our playground. Yes, we played on the tracks (we didn't know any better). We would put pennies on the tracks to watch the trains flattened them as they rolled by. We would also go inside the station just to make the security guard mad by playing with the payphone and running around—you know, just being a kid. The guard would say, "Stop it! I'm calling the police!", but he never did. I never noticed the Charleston sign until years later. It was a must that I capture that sign. So, I went to the station and asked if I could get some shots, and to my surprise, the inside still looked the same! I felt like I went back in time; if that old security guard was still there, I would have passed out! I presented a huge canvas of this image to my sister on her 54th birthday, and the tears started because she remembered.Read More
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