Inside Out

This yard was still partly in use, so it required a bit of sneaking around to get inside the shops. A loudspeaker crackled in the distance every few minutes, broadcasting indistinguishable commands to the workers wandering the tracks. I didn't know all too much about trains, but I had a blast crawling around the cabs and inside the engine compartments, and the site was very photogenic.

After shooting the locomotives that were left on the tracks outside, we regrouped inside the warehouse. Once again, we heard someone approaching and we left quickly and quietly, never putting a face to the heavy footsteps. Nine times out of ten, it's just better off that way.