Snap Time
Unconcerned by the spectacle in front of them, a group of line side photographers sit talking, the footplateman on the Jinty appears to be watching them. Meanwhile, through a gap in the fence, another photographer stands, camera to eye, ready to shoot. I liked the way the red of the signals and buffer beam all linked up, the way the figures in hi-viz on the left and in the background were picked up in the collar of the coat being worn by the figure standing next to the railings and all this in a very ‘railway running into town’ setting.
Railways never enter town through the nice bits, either side of the line
is, usually, the wrong side of the tracks. There are exceptions, the entry to
Dundee station from the south, for instance, is across the estuary of the river
Tay over the famous Tay Bridge. The line out of Dundee to the north is
much more typical of the railway’s entry into town, you leave the station in a
tunnel, enter a deep cutting which, upon leaving, you then pass industrial
estates and a chemical plant.
Vat loads of ink have been spent on romantic and idealised versions of
the railway, though, as with the example above, there are exceptions, Terry
Coleman’s book The Railway Navvies is one and this description of the coming of
the railway is another; ‘In Manchester, the pauper burial ground is opposite to
the Old Town, along the Irk; this, too, is a rough, desolate place. About two
years ago [1842] a railroad was carried through it. If it had been a
respectable cemetery, how the bourgeoisie and the clergy would have shrieked
over the desecration! But it was a pauper burial-ground, the resting place of
the outcast and the superfluous, so no one concerned himself with the matter.
It was not even thought worthwhile to convey the partially decayed
bodies to the other side of the cemetery; they were heaped up just as it
happened, and piles were driven into newly made graves, so that the water oozed
out of the swampy ground, pregnant with putrefying matter, and filled the
neighbourhood with the most revolting and injurious gases. The disgusting
brutality which accompanied this work I cannot describe in further detail.’
Engels, F., The Condition of the Dead in 1844
Comments
Post a Comment