Tune in. Drop out.

Notice the railroad hats and bandanas.

Like modern day bedoin nomads, traveling invisible in plain sight. Their ultimate freedom made possible by America’s least remembered network. Still trundling away across the raw, untamed night. Long iron stampedes, blazing a path on steel rails leading squarely into the unknown, all manner of honest dreams in tow.

I Spent Years Photographing The Faces Of The Infamous Nomads Train-hopping Around America

HT: That guy you pray isn’t your competition’s secret weapon, Olivier Blanchard.

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