Just behind one of small art gallery in Glen Echo Park is an antique street trolley car that sits on a set of rails. No one is allowed to sit in the car, of course, but there’s nothing to stop you from getting as close as possible or even touch the car. The texture of the rusty suspension parts pulled me low to the ground and partially underneath the trolley car. After fifteen minutes of shooting, I had finished my last roll of film; and my knees were telling me that it was time to stand up.

