Living Next to Train Tracks

I spent a good ten-minutes taking pictures around the tracks this morning just thinking. I remember when we first moved to Saint Louis and my dad would smile and tell us not to play by the tracks. He also said when he was a kid, he would leave coins on the tracks to be squished and then save them. I liked this idea a lot and remember playing by the tracks with him and my older brother one day. 

The squished coins were not much to look at, but the anticipation in seeing what the train did to them was beyond entertaining. Today, I moved some rusted nails and bolts around to take pictures. I thought about taking the nail home with me, but the picture I took is just as good.