Spring Training. When some runners train, they actually use one.
Every night, just before midnight, a Union Pacific freight train would
leave Port of Oakland and head south into the night. As the engine passed just below my loft window, its deafening whistle
was more invigorating than an ice-cold shower. I felt alive.
I would throw on my Nikes and run out to meet the beast. At an ever-increasing speed, we would race to the edge of town.
At the end of each race, the engineer would give me a "thumbs-up." The whistle ended each competition,
and out of breath I would stop and watch the cars disappear into the scattered city lights. I remember how the air tasted, crisp and
delicately salty, and how the edges of the environment were sharply defined.
I wanted to share the experience.
Shot on 16mm film. Mixed at The Saul Zaentz Company with Dolby Stereo.