Goldmine Over the Gate

“The sound of an ocean made out of machines. The rhythm of what gives society life beats as it leaves behind a trail of suffocating diesel. The teeth-grinding screeches bringing the locomotive leviathan to a halt. The sounds sending ripples over the hill, into me and my grandmothers solitude. Ever since, sound has never stopped invading my peace.”

A Story From My Memories, “Goldmine Over the Gates” (2022)

Taken with:
iPhone 13
1/1600 @ ƒ/1.5
ISO 50
11.24.22