I enjoy riding trains because the general outlay of the tracks provide a rear path through the rear of houses and gardens.  This part of the properties are generally not as manicured as the fronts.   Each yard passed has more of an individual flavor when viewed from the train windows, .   Sometimes it's the discarded contents of the residents, sometimes the paraphenalia of leisure.  It's always good clues of the past or indications of the many ways of escape from the routines of the present.

I didn't ride a train today, but was thinking as I made this picture wether I would be stuck in a traffic jam because the trainworkers are on the second day of a strike, here in Philadelphia.