Freight Train

You can hear the freight trains coming for miles before their appear. It's a low, steady drone, combined with a gathering vibration that spreads from the floor through the marrow of your bones. Nothing captures the wild, lonely melancholy of departure like the train's whistle.

This photo was taken by EHB in March of this year, before the snow melted on the peaks. Now the snow is largely gone, and the massif will be bald for a month or two before winter starts to rev itself up again.