Twisted metaphor
Tracks near the Ramapo River on the Port Jervis line after the storm. Melville wrote, "The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!"
I took several other photos of this subject, all equally poor, so I'll let this one stand for them.
Twisted metaphor
Tracks near the Ramapo River on the Port Jervis line after the storm. Melville wrote, "The path to my fixed purpose is laid with iron rails whereon my soul is grooved to run. Over unsounded gorges, through the rifled hearts of mountains, under torrents' beds, unerringly I rush! Naught's an obstacle, naught's an angle to the iron way!"
I took several other photos of this subject, all equally poor, so I'll let this one stand for them.