Coal trains along the Columbia River.
Not exact matches
I saw the tracks they left on the highways, lying on the floor of freight
trains, the parents in rags, the
coal box empty, the sink running over, the walls sweating and between the cold beads of sweat the cockroaches running like mad; I saw them hobbling
along like twisted gnomes or falling backwards in the epileptic frenzy....
Exactly as tedious as Steamboy, then, and covering exactly the same ground, Howl's Moving Castle shares with Ôtomo's film, too, a giant steam - powered ball as its central image, encapsulating a vision of Victorian England in a Frankenstein's yin / yang clattering
along inexorably like the Industrial Revolution while gorgeous impressionistic watercolour towns are polluted by
coal smoke from a fleet of
trains burning through the forests at night.
The Lackawanna Hotel, where we spent the night, occupies a grand old
train station that used to bustle with passenger traffic but fell moribund when the city's star faded
along with Pennsylvania
coal and oil production.
His wry sense of humor was out in full force in this homage to John Coltrane, an exquisite installation made with
coal and grand - piano tops that featured a minia - ture
train running
along a circuitous track.
If built, the new terminal would pile
coal eight stories high
along the Columbia River banks and send 16
trains through Pacific Northwest communities each day.
This is only one step
along the way from mine to market —
coal trains derail far more often than you might think (in North Dakota, Michigan, and Nebraska, just this past month), loaded barges crash into bridges (just this week), terminals flood when severe storms come through, and ships even crash into the loading docks.