Alexandria station

I took this while waiting for my mom to roll in. We walked to the Metro and saw the Van Gogh exhibit at the Phillips. At eighty-six, my mom’s steely as ever. When Metro’s machine spat her fully-paid fare card back at her, she simply climbed over the turnstile.

6 thoughts on “Alexandria station

  1. The scrimmed beyond: we wait, rapt and terrified, for the figure’s foot to sink into that black void. Despite the brain’s purported geotags on memory, I will endeavor to preserve my initial take on the photograph, by separately filing the great story.

    Jump the turnstile/Stiff Kharon/Kiss the three-headed dog.

    1. You are a close reader, Julie! I did add the story later. I’m going to share your excellent lines with my mom when I next see her.

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