State of the Union

I camped out on a beach off the East end of Portland Maine and woke up just before the sunrise. On my walk from the eastern point into town for some fresh and local maple bacon donuts and coffee I came across this old narrow guage railroad car. The words "United States" were peeling off in the most perfect way.

The train itself, beaten, weathered. The letters barely hanging on, but still expressing what they intended to. To me, this is the State of the Union.