Shot through the glass windows of King Street Station Seattle

I love travelling by train. I’ve been in all sorts of train stations, but I have to say, I have never been in one without a clock, or a board clattering away with times and destinations. It was unnerving to walk about this train station in downtown Seattle. It was stunningly beautiful. Strikingly clean.

The White Marble Glory of a train station

Everyone was sitting down on benches, it felt almost like a sacred space. Voices were hushed, no coffee stands to grab a hot drink, no chance of a  last-minute paper to grab and read on the train. It felt tomb like. Suddenly people would get up and go somewhere. I was totally lost. Which train? Where? When? Which door to choose?

Which Door Do I take?

You really have to know this ahead of time and which door to go through. Buses also leave from this station. So with no other choice I went up to the ticket office and asked. Oh, right outside, you’ll see it. Okay…I thought…and went out the door and said farewell to a visiting friend. Odd though…not to have a board or a clock, but maybe in this station there is only one place to go and one to come from and when that happens…who cares what the time is? But then I had to eat my words, right in the middle of all the white marble, gleaming brass was one large clock. Ahem…