Kansas City Noir

The low rumbling of a streetcar, combined with a freight train horn drew me toward my destination on a random walk through the Crossroads neighborhood in Kansas City.

The first thing I saw as I turned the corner was a giant, pulsing sign for a defunct company. It was bright enough to be a navigation beacon for nearby Wheeler Field.

Even at night, the faint smell of woodsmoke from a famous BBQ joint was in the breeze.

My destination, Union Station, was almost empty, save for two restaurant workers having a beer after turning up the chairs.

The walk back to my hotel was much less sensory. No trains or streetcars could be heard. Nobody passed me on the sidewalk. The light breeze had turned to an oppressive wind.

When I closed the blinds to the soundproofed window in my hotel cocoon, it was almost as if I hadn’t left.

Only the pictures were the evidence of my sojourn.

About the author: I am Stephen Kennedy, an experienced photographer with more than 2500 completed sessions in all 50 US states.

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