Trains were a bit of a preoccupation of mine in Japan. Not only could you ride on them and potentially go anywhere on the long archapeligo, but they were pretty much constantly heard. Late at night, JR carriages would be clack-clacking from across the old rice paddies down by the river, while the more metallic rumble of the shintetsu trains was omnipresnet as they shuttled through the suburbs. Not only that, but train companies all had different platform jingles or sounds, from tinny horns to cute tunes, though hearing these from our place would have been a stretch.
In the first pic above, a JR local speeds through the above mentioned rice-fields. In the latter, a shintestsu local enters Yokoyama Station from Flowertown.
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