In the meantime, it was the Sandpoint Train Station that has been feeding my inspiration a bit lately. We stayed at the Edgewater Resort which is right on the lake next to the City Beach. It is also right next to the train station. I’ve posted about my love of trains before, but I was also drawn to the old train station because it was the scene for a pivotal moment in my life so many years ago.
The last time I visited the Sandpoint Train Station was in the summer of 1986 when I boarded the midnight (literally!) Amtrak bound for college in Phoenix via Seattle, Portland and Los Angeles. Now days, this is an “unmanned” station – the doors are unlocked, but waiting room empty and the ticket windows closed and covered with notices for passengers to help themselves to getting tickets and boarding the train (it was a bit unclear as to whether you had to flag down the train yourself or not!).
The feelings I had revisiting this place of nostalgia, emptiness and loneliness in a spot that sees so much traffic have stuck with me as I’ve painted in my studio these past few weeks.
Thanks, Steve for taking the photos below (and for letting me share the train station with you)!