In 1880, historic Santa Fe joined the nation’s mushrooming rail system. Its name became synonymous with railroading. Today, Santa Fe, like so many smaller cities, no longer has regular passenger service, but does offer its tourists train rides over an old spur line through New Mexico. Those rides begin and end here, at this 100-year old station. I wanted to evoke a sense of the past by layering this image first with the land itself. I placed my 24mm wideangle lens a few feet from the rail, creating an emphatic foreground layer filling the lower half of the frame with dirt, rocks, weeds and steel – the old rail bed. It speaks of time, as does the old station itself, which makes up the subject layer behind it. A drooping wire is draped across it, recalling the old telegraph lines that once hung over train tracks everywhere. The background layer features a timeless blue, cloud-splashed sky, a witness to such history as this.