High speed video recording in Tokyo at Shinjuku station. full video: 11min. 11sec. 720p 50fps www.magyaradam.com Note: There is no Creative Commons License applied to this work. Thus it is not legal to copy.

Stainless: High-resolution images shot from speeding subway trains

Ryan Nance January 17, 2014

Adam Magyar filmed the crowds waiting on the subway platforms in NYC, Tokyo and Berlin at 50 frames per second using a high speed camera. There is a fantastic article about him and his art over on MEDIUM.

High speed video recording in NYC at Grand Central station. full video: 10min. 49sec. 720p 50fps www.magyaradam.com Note: There is no Creative Commons License applied to this work. Thus it is not legal to copy.

High speed video recording in Berlin at U2 Alexanderplatz station. (2011) full video: 24min. 48sec. 720p 50fps www.magyaradam.com Note: There is no Creative Commons License applied to this work. Thus it is not legal to copy.

via The Fox is Black

By Rail on The Big Picture

Ryan Nance May 8, 2013

I am always a fan of the sets that the editors at The Big Picture pull together. This set of 47 photos around trains, rails and travel is really awesome.

POTD - Living at the End of Time by Robert Bly

Ryan Nance February 25, 2013

LIVING AT THE END OF TIME

By Robert Bly

There is so much sweetness in children’s voices,
And so much discontent at the end of day,
And so much satisfaction when a train goes by.

I don’t know why the rooster keeps crying,
Nor why elephants keep raising their trunks,
Nor why Hawthorne kept hearing trains at night.

A handsome child is a gift from God,
And a friend is a vein in the back of the hand,
And a wound is an inheritance from the wind.

Some say we are living at the end of time,
But I believe a thousand pagan ministers
Will arrive tomorrow to baptize the wind.

There’s nothing we need to do about John. The Baptist
Has been laying his hands on earth for so long
That the well water is sweet for a hundred miles.

It’s all right if we don’t know what the rooster
Is saying in the middle of the night, nor why we feel
So much satisfaction when a train goes by.

I read this poem by Bly to my 4 year old son, Jude, on the phone today and he sai: I like that poem.