Crossing Red

I suppose that the geographical centre (if there IS one) of Blackheath is the level crossing whose red warning lights and alarms burst into life many times a day. On this occasion, it sounded the looming presence of a fast freight train - whose image very nearly supplanted this one for today's blip.

Oh heck. Once I get started on flashy filters and post processing routines, I find it hard to stop and so today is one last "cooked" image before I revert to the straight and narrow - hopefully tomorrow.