With eleven hours to kill, one’s rhythm slows down spectacularly when traveling by train to Montreal. Much time spent on the computer working, some reading, coffee, meals and lots of staring out the windows at hypnotic but ever-changing scenery.

Here are some more snapshots of yet another round trip on Amtrak’s Adirondack train, taken with the G10, grainy, often blurry, but moody as ever in the pale and yet strangely warm winter light. All taken from the train in motion. Marie’s echo is here.

Somewhere on Lake Champlain’s western shore
Hudson River, late afternoon