The Tomorrowland Train Station

I’ve always found myself soaking in the Tomorrowland train station when I’m on the train in a very focused way. Maybe it’s the architecture and lines that lead your eye in or the pop of color amidst concrete or maybe it’s the contrast of…

I’ve always found myself soaking in the Tomorrowland train station when I’m on the train in a very focused way. Maybe it’s the architecture and lines that lead your eye in or the pop of color amidst concrete or maybe it’s the contrast of looking at the idea of progress while firmly seated in the past (on a genuine steam locomotive). I don’t know how many times I’ve stared at this view before it occurred to me to take a picture of it. Do you have any unusual places you consistently find yourself getting lost in at Disneyland?

The Tomorrowland Train Station at Disneyland

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Matt is a photographer and designer based in San Diego. When he’s not working, he's charting his next adventure over coffee or craft beer.
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  1. When I first saw this picture I assumed it was from Kevin. He often brings us the beauty and magic of geometric shapes and patterns. When I read the text it was purely Matthew, comparing and contrasting and seeking the beauty in the differences.

    In answer to your question, there are many places in Disneyland I get visually…hmmm, lost is not really the word. More like consciousness fades and sight relaxes, words mean little and it is just the blend of color, shape, motion and stillness.

    Just outside the castle to the west on the walkway towards Princess Fantasy Faire is one such space. And on the other side, just before Snow White’s Grotto.

    The Court of Angels was another before being privatized.

    The path from Fowler’s Harbor to Critter Country, not the main one, the one that goes past Haunted Mansion and Splash Mountain, but the other one, along the river.

    The balcony of the Tiki Room just after exiting the performance, next to the torches just as the sun is setting and the lights of Adventureland come afire on a day with low attendance. All the strollers have gone home!

    Waiting for the Train at New Orleans station, looking down the track at the Creole Hotel. Is it laundry day?

    Sunset, just as the lights come on at Zocalo or standing by the old bear pond, turning occasionally to look upward at the Big Thunder Mountain peaks glowing in the fading light of the sun.

    These are the still, quiet spaces of course. But they are not the only times I get…lost. Maybe it is the right word!

    On the monorail coming into the park, seeing the Matterhorn and gliding above the once upon a time, maybe never again, submarine lagoon.

    Riding the Train itself, hearing the calls from the different lands as we stop, start, stop and begin yet again, each time a different train with different passengers and different goals.

    The end of Fantasmic or the Fireworks,while the night air reverberates from the light and sound. I linger, allowing those in a hurry to leave the opportunity to wait in a crowd elsewhere, Why rush to wait?

    These, more than any thrill ride, are what draws me continually to the park that Uncle Walt built. The sense of magic imbued within the very molecular structure.

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