




Thursday I found myself with an hour to kill before work and decided to go to the train station. Preface for Mom: Don't worry! It was light, I had my cell phone, was in a semi busy area, and definitly could have swung hard and taken someone out with my tripod if need be. With that said, Union Station has some pretty cool old trains and my camera and I enjoyed a self guided tour. I guess all my camera clicking was a tad nosier than I realized though, because as I was focusing, a hobo came stumbling out of a near by train. I don't think he noticed me as he rubbed his eyes and proceeded to relieve himself on the tracks. I then decided it was about time to leave for work.