Before meeting up with friends, I picked up Craig from work earlier tonight on White Rock Beach. While waiting in the parking lot, I snapped a photo of a lit up tree. Within seconds the train came whizzing by. I left the shutter open for a full minute and was amazed at how the train appears as nothing more than a brightly lit streak streaming past the tree. I felt lucky to be there, experiencing the beauty of that fleeting moment.
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