There is a certain nostalgia that hangs around a railroad station. For more than century, we moved from place to place by train, and the places of our departures and arrivals were like palaces underscoring the importance of our journeys. Portland’s renovated Union Station displays much of its 19th century charm, yet some of its passengers, like this elderly woman, prefer to wait for their trains in what now seem to be baggage rooms. She clasps her hands, elevates one leg, and listens for the call to board. I saw in this image a number of human values -- some anticipation, a stoic sense of patience, and perhaps a touch of nostalgia, a fond remembrance of things past.