Great choice for a lensbaby - I always seem to pick the wrong subjects with mine. The blur of the foreground makes you feel like you're running after that receding train. Wait, stop, come back!
I hated that train. It took him away. I loved that train. It brought him back. And now I miss that train. I feel like I can't get anywhere. Worse, I feel like there's nowhere to go.
I don't really know what this lensbaby does but I can't imagine putting it to better use.
Like backgrounds to classic Americana, slipping into the past (since everyone travels by plane and everything is made somewhere else and freight train, freight train ain't needed no more). I can see that vision , as a I lean up against the railroad ties, a bottle of cheap liquor rotting my guts, the smell of diesel, the taste of dust, too drunk to head down the line to the next flop house. Seeds of inspiration your photo...