Slow Train Coming

It’s 1977. Les voyages en France. The Digital Express had not arrived yet. And even now it only travels halfway for many images in my archives.

Scanning slides and negatives. It has quickly become a lonely road to take. In those early days film photography was still the highway. Today it’s no longer what you’d call life in the fast lane.

It’s allright, I guess. I’m only bleeding, but there’s no blood on the tracks. Well, not in the shot anyway. I made sure of that.

Sometimes, somewhere down the line, we just need to be reminded that in the end…

we always have to come home on a slow train.

Niek Hockx @niekhockx