Four
Down, towards a curve in the inky indigo-blue of the railway line, and two arches beneath. The land yawns open, wide. A basin of open water emerges from deep within the arches, stealing trees, grasses, railings - all now half-submerged. Debris gathers on the dark surface, forming fragile rafts. Here, entropy has been set loose, softening edges and silting over purpose. A sign, once declaring the dangers of entering the tunnels, now hangs half-submerged against a gaping, open gate; obsolete.
Photographs & Text by Jen Dixon
~ Shadow Line ~