L-A and Pic and a Word #207: Waiting for a station

• Manja Maksimovič

“He was waiting for a station just like some people wait for a train,” sings Michelle Shocked. I got my station seven years ago, no more waiting required.

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My station is a small one. Only regional trains stop here, while fast ones wheeze by regularly. Sometimes they carry tanks. Rome is 1h40 southeast, Pisa is 2h20 northwest, and that’s the farthest you can go without changing trains.

We had a most turbulent weekend with floods, hurricane winds and storms here in southern Tuscany. To see images of damaged trees, uncovered roofs and flooded fields so close to home is depressing. I can only imagine how birds must feel.

And then I look from my screen through the window and see a marvellous rainbow spanning over my entire field of vision. This is nature’s way of saying that it won’t leave without glimpses of beauty.

This is my station, and I’m not leaving either. (Well, I am for a week but I’ll be back. Time for the not-so-surprise visit to my parents for their round anniversary. See the addendum gallery below the main one.)

Here is a compilation of station photos from all years and all seasons, since this is where I regularly wait for amore who comes from Rome where he works. Which is great because waiting is the theme of two challenges this week (see the bottom of this post).

  • Somebody wished to spell it out. Italians add “Scalo” to the part of town with the train station.
  • Pretty in June.
  • The same tree as above in the previous photo. A rare Tuscan Tree Cat (nahhh).
  • Only once in seven winters there was “drama”. Which is snow, if you ask amore.
  • A close-up of the Etruscan leftover (nahhh, don’t believe everything I say).
  • I have many photos like this one. I love this reflection.
  • The view that amore has as he comes from the other side, only that he can see me and bestia standing on the left and waving.
  • The spooky underground passage made even spookier. Capalbio gang will get you, if Violas won’t. Funny that “Viole” are also fans of the Maribor soccer club in Slovenia.
  • The other exit from the station. A street, beyond it the lake, beyond it the sea.
  • I cannot get tired of this view. I don’t know how much of it is flooded right now. Scared to go and see.
  • The view back from the other side.
  • Here stops the train from Rome.
  • Reflected station bar.
  • The neighbour.
  • A rare train.
  • Two trains! Even rarer. Bestia is ready to greet amore.
  • In the end of May there is still some day, whereas now amore leaves and returns in darkness.
  • A train was being repaired. Yes, this was the morning blue hour but after this I’ve never used the damn dusk/dawn setting again.
  • This train was also here for several days for some works. Goes well with the flowers.
  • The little bus station in front. It was months since Happy Beer Days.
  • Sometimes – just when you need it the most – it gets rosy. Click on the photo to view them in my special excessive setting (nahhhh, it’s not just mine).

Here is a little addendum: the station in use. The first row are two photos with my first visitors back in 2013 when parents surprised me for my birthday, then it’s Man in Black ready to leave town for Rome and later to his desert, and finally my friends from Slovenia, a self-propelled married couple, who arrived after she won our card tournament the summer before.

For Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, hosted by Amy at THE WORLD IS A BOOK…: Waiting

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In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #207: Waiting

33 thoughts on “L-A and Pic and a Word #207: Waiting for a station”

    1. Thanks, Bojana. Lovely to hear that he loves trains. 🙂 I’ll never forget that Munich was my first big city and how impressed I was when we had to take a train, a bus and a tram to go and hear Duran Duran in concert in the Olympiahalle from some suburbs where we were staying at uncle’s friend (in 1987).

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  9. A refreshing look into your life – again, Manja! Love the cat tree! And the reflections over and over again – Hope the flooding is over now. So sorry about everything in Venice too. Wishing you a great weekend.

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    1. Thank you so much, Leya. 🙂 Refreshing is a fine word. The water is slowly going back but now I can never tell when it will come back, or which wind will turn into a hurricane, or which clouds mean a terrible storm. We are ruined for life, or better our sense of security.

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    1. Thank you, Irma. Great to see that you’ve found me again. I suppose I do move around, at least my online presence. But I’ve lived in this town for almost seven years now and I have many photos of this station to choose from. Always welcome to return!

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