The road intersects two tracks, providing for some extra modeling enjoyment. The flange ways faithfully portray their full-size counterparts, while the coloring, the weedy scrub brush, and the mud caked ties are all here, as you would expect. Why wouldn’t they be?
A crossing is also a metaphor that reflect a change from one state to another. We cross from childhood to an adult, from youth to age, from selfish to considerate. None of these happen in a flash or without effort on our part. They’re part of a journey we’re all on toward maturity and wisdom.
In this craft we can go from wanting to compress the world into a postage stamp to finding the richness, depth and simple beauty of one spot.
We can cross over from feeling deprived if we don’t have an acre of basement to finding satisfaction within the space we do have. We can go from listening to the voices of doubt and inadequacy about our choices to defining the work for our self and bring our own meaning to it.
However we choose to practice this craft, we can cross over from dependence on other opinions to understanding that all the expertise we need to enjoy this hobby is already inside.