Autumn Express 1
A lone steam engine surges forward across a narrow bridge, its plume of white smoke curling into the storm-laden sky. The rails slice through a corridor of amber and rust-hued trees, where the hush of the forest is broken only by the rhythmic clatter of wheels on steel. Autumn Express 1 captures the bold beginning of a journey—one of memory, movement, and the magnetic pull of elsewhere.
A lone steam engine surges forward across a narrow bridge, its plume of white smoke curling into the storm-laden sky. The rails slice through a corridor of amber and rust-hued trees, where the hush of the forest is broken only by the rhythmic clatter of wheels on steel. Autumn Express 1 captures the bold beginning of a journey—one of memory, movement, and the magnetic pull of elsewhere.
A lone steam engine surges forward across a narrow bridge, its plume of white smoke curling into the storm-laden sky. The rails slice through a corridor of amber and rust-hued trees, where the hush of the forest is broken only by the rhythmic clatter of wheels on steel. Autumn Express 1 captures the bold beginning of a journey—one of memory, movement, and the magnetic pull of elsewhere.