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Train back home


It was nearly time to catch the train back home. We saw this sign on the way to the station -- a reminder to those who would be seeing us rush by at a level crossing.

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  1. The warning is slightly blunt, though!

    This is a very satisfying image, Joan. The way you have set it up and the colours. Nice.

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  2. The tree is leafing out which reminds me you're entering spring. I'm in agreement with Julie, I like the compostion. Are accidents at crossings a common problem?

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  3. I take it there are traffic lights and a gate, too.

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  4. Paula, I did a bit of quick research and it looks like around 40 fatalities a year which is a lot.

    AB, there are lights in some places, gates in the larger towns but throughout the rest of our vast country its up to you to stay awake and take a good look before crossing and given that there are hardly any trains on the tracks easy to think there won't be a train there.

    Julie, I've seen quite a lot of these signs out west, I guess they are blunt to try and get an important message through.

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  5. I am wondering what would happen in Germany without the traffic lights and gates at the crossings. These railway crossing signs are very exotic to my eyes.

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