As a child, I had dreams about these tracks, the smooth shopworn rails stood for something quite profound, of which now I have only the vaguest recollection. Somehow, they were good, true, and reliable - things that seem so scarce in those times, looking back. Apparently, we lived in Fresno's Chinatown - on G street. Once a thriving hotbed of shady and legitimate commerce, today it is rundown, boarded up, and not far from a sizable tent city. It was a place my folks went to hide: from life, from parents, from the law. Not long ago, remnants of long rumoured tunnels were found beneath the streets, maybe some secrets are better left alone...
BTW - The Rolleiflex is - by far - my favorite camera. Having one lens and a square format may seem too limited in these days of zoom lenses and and photoshop. Sure, it reduces your options, but constraints can be good - forcing you to work with a scene. Yes, not everything 'fits', but working within it's confines - for me at least - is often very liberating...
And, thank god for Kodak :)
Photo: Ghosts of Fresno, ©2010 Timothy A. Sandstrom
