A little black and white work for Sunday. I found this train. Or, something like that. I always think that I find things. Usually, everybody knows about them but me. I was parking my car in a huge lot. The lot was very crowded so I had to park pretty far away from my destination. Things happen for a reason. This old passenger car — well, really a baggage car — was parked at the end of the lot, along with a bunch of other old trains. The picture never really did anything for me in color. So, I thought I’d experiment with it in black and white. It feels a lot better to me. Sort of beat up. Sort of funky. Feels right. To me.