rustic beauty?

you do find beauty in weird places.
for example, i find train yards fascinating.

my 7.52 sydenham passes one every morning, the tottenham yard. usually i fell into some sort of semi-asleep semi-conscious state during morning rides (as well as in the arvo after a whole day of labour) therefore does not notice much of the silent slideshow of sceneries on the carriage window (comprised of mostly industrial buildings, which are boring in general). but one winter morning; one of those days when you came out of the house, you walk into a heavy fog and see nothing much ahead you feel like you live in a fantasy cloud country some thousand meters above the ground; i saw the most stunning view on that normally dull window pane. train yard in a sea of mist. rusty cargo carriages, with peeling coat of paint, artfully yet inappropriately tainted with graffities, lined up in layers, covered by thin fog that gets thicker and thicker and thicker the further you look, until you can see nothing but blurry whiteness. there's this sense of desertion and it gave out an eerie vibe, absolutely stunning in a Tim Burton way (i hope you get what i mean).

and since then i dreamed of capturing such view.
next winter maybe? there's no more fog now.