<commit_before>---
layout: post
title: <NAME> on the Amateur Trifecta
---

EXT: A SPOOKY GRAVEYARD

MARZIPAN: This place is perfect for my Intro to Photography class. {lowers her guitar and pulls out a Polaroid camera from Hammerspace} I've already hit the railroad tracks and an abandoned factory. This will complete the amateur trifecta! {looks through the view-finder briefly}

<NAME> was the best place to complete the Amateur Trifecta. Within easy walking distance of the art school campus there was a graveyard with tombstones stretching back to the 1700's, an enormous, prominent, tastefully overgrown, and possibly abandoned (_but those lights..._) tobacco factory, and a series of railroad tracks both abandoned and active, some even right next to the tobacco plant! Conveniently, these were.alll just a few blocks away from the trendy bars as well.

I can clearly conjure the heady feeling of composing a shot just so along the railroad tracks. Of being yelled at by the honest Norfolk Southern employees trying to maintain safety standards, of walking just close enough to  
<commit_msg>Commiting out of paranoia<commit_after>---
layout: post
title: <NAME> on the Amateur Trifecta
---

EXT: A SPOOKY GRAVEYARD

MARZIPAN: This place is perfect for my Intro to Photography class. {lowers her guitar and pulls out a Polaroid camera from Hammerspace} I've already hit the railroad tracks and an abandoned factory. This will complete the amateur trifecta! {looks through the view-finder briefly}

<NAME> was the best place to complete the Amateur Trifecta. Within easy walking distance of the art school campus there was a graveyard with tombstones stretching back to the 1700's, an enormous, prominent, tastefully overgrown, and possibly abandoned (_but those lights..._) tobacco factory, and a series of railroad tracks both abandoned and active, some even right next to the tobacco plant! Conveniently, these were.alll just a few blocks away from the trendy bars as well.

I can clearly conjure the heady feeling of composing a shot just so along the railroad tracks. Of being yelled at by the honest Norfolk Southern employees trying to maintain safety standards. Of walking just close enough to my companion, wondering if he'll reach out and put an arm around my waist.

The Amateur Trifecta is a right of passage. When a budding artist sees the power of the viewfinder for the first time, it's totally natural to seek out subjects dripping with mood and aesthetic. 

The railroad in particular presents a particular fascination because of the tantalizing powers of one-point perspective. When those tracks vanish in the distance, do they carry our dreams into the future or fade our hopes into nothing? Will the American passenger rail network ever cease to suck? Will the stories glory of these tracks and these factories ever return? Will he ever want me?


{'fraction_non_alphanumeric': 0.03622431208638105, 'fraction_numerical': 0.002786485545106235, 'mean_word_length': 4.653543307086614, 'pattern_counts': {'":': 0, '<': 7, '<?xml version=': 0, '>': 7, 'https://': 0, 'lorem ipsum': 0, 'www.': 0, 'xml': 0}, 'pii_count': 0, 'substrings_counts': 0, 'word_list_counts': {'cursed_substrings.json': 0, 'profanity_word_list.json': 0, 'sexual_word_list.json': 0, 'zh_pornsignals.json': 0}}
{'dir': 'git-commits-cleaned', 'id': '3135394', 'n_tokens_mistral': 731, 'n_tokens_neox': 686, 'n_words': 453}