Trains remain for me more miraculous and beautiful than computers, perhaps because you can see much of what makes a train work, and because, unlike the computer, you can climb up inside trains.In my photography I wish to celebrate these great metal beasts by the process of defamiIiarization. By making the machines a little strange through unusual colors or angles, I hope to restore their joy to you and their beauty.I grew up with three sets of railroad tracks directly behind my house, and can remember the steam engines pulling through my Chicago suburb, along with the electric commuter train, the Chicago-Aurora-Elgin.I must confess to bad behavior. Leaping on the electric third rail so you are not grounded and can’t be hurt. That means both feet on the rail, and never letting any part of your body touch the ground. (DO NOT ATTEMPT THIS).We also jumped trains and sometimes got pushed off by angry conductors. One time I was almost shoved under a wheel.Out of all this, strangely, came my love for trains. In fact, I sleep better if I can hear a train passing through the neighborhood.When it comes to trains, my motives and actions are irrational. That’s why I am Loco-motive.I have other photos posted at Red Bubble under Chuck Taylor.