Knowing my love for trains and bridges, KC told me about these tracks down south awhile back. Some of you may have heard the story of a couple crazy women who were up on the tracks (very illegal) and a train came. This trestle is 500 feet long and 80 feet high. 14,000-ton Indiana Rail Road freight train traveling at 30 mph coming full force at you. What do you do? Last minute, split second, they laid down on the tracks with the train skimming over the top of them. Once the engineer regained composure after thinking he just ran over two idiots, law enforcement was contacted and the women ended up facing criminal charges. Though I’m sure the charges weren’t enough considering the hell they put the engineer through for that brief time.
I made it a point to show Alicia, it’s such an ‘awe-ing’ view, but one to be admired from the road…at a safe distance…where a train won’t make dinner out of you for some varmint.
It is illegal, it is trespassing and you will face charges if caught on any train tracks property of the CSX. 908 people were killed in the United
States by trespassing on railroads in 2013; 38 of those unnecessary deaths were in Indiana.
This is Sugar Creek, which runs right behind my mom’s new house. I finally got time to go explore it today. One of the coolest things I found was a beaver den, one of their dams, and a lot of signs of their activity. So that was really cool. The creek is really pretty and I will definitely be spending a lot of time there. It was a fun day of exploring there and a good day overall, despite some people being annoying. I even got to see my aunt who came down to visit, and I to relax after a stressful week and have a nice dinner.
Today I went to a beautiful bridge and another waterfall that is close to the Ecolab. The area is filled with various stone structures, like bridges, cisterns, pump houses and a coach house. All relics from the wealthy businessmen that used to live here. They make for some interesting shots and this is one of the best bridges on the property.
In light of recent conversation with someone about where my love of trains came from, I decided to head back north where it all started.
I was born in Ft Wayne, Indiana and lived in a small town until I was 10. Ossian, had a stop light, a bar, a gas station & a bakery. Heyerly’s Bakery. As kids we would walk down to the bakery and eat the free donut holes they would set out. The simplicity of being a child.
I called my cousin Chad and met up with him and two of his munchkins for some Mexican dinner. From there we went to two different bridges, the second was a trestle. We stood there just long enough to catch a train!!
Had a great evening of mindless fun and laughter that was long over due!!
I drove twenty-five minutes one way to park in rural Hendricks county. It was supposed to have a nice 100 year old suspension bridge. But when I got there it was disappointing. There was in fact a bridge but it had been renovated and cleansed of the past. It was a stupid bridge. It was boring and the trip there and back was annoying and frustrating. I did get one decent shot. Unfortunately some trips just don’t turn out well.
Another day spent in Indy. We went camera shopping, had dinner and watched the World Cup, took a walk along the Circle, ran into a friend, shot the skyline, went to a park, climbed up onto an old train bridge and shot the train as it crawled along it’s tracks. Another great day. New cameras. New shots. New memories. I love days like these and I look forward to the countless more that we’ll have together.
We went driving in the country day today. It was hot and we had the a/c as high as it would go. I took my time driving down the roads and as I drove over this tiny one-lane bridge I glanced over and saw this. I crossed the bridge and parked the car. I had to get a shot. I like how dirty the tracks looked. They almost look abandoned, but these tracks are used a lot. They head straight to Danville, Avon and Indy. Perfectly straight, a direct alley to Indy.
This bridge here is the second of the Twin Bridges in Avon and Danville. I already shot the first bridge and put it in an earlier post. Both of these bridges are supposedly haunted and have interchangeable stories. One is of a man buried alive in the concrete, the other is of a woman who dropped her baby in the creek below. Both are a little creepy looking and both are very photogenic. Tonight I was able to shoot the Avon bridge and explore the park that it’s in. It made for a fun evening and I hope to shoot more of the bridge another time.
I’ve been able to give back some happiness that Lilly has shared with me over the past 7 years. Today she took her first boat ride through the Atlantic Intercoastal and into Savannah. She LOVED the ride. We had lunch on River Street and then walked around a bit seeing some of the historical markers. What a beautiful place. She was worn out. Exhausted!
This photo was taken as we headed back north, Lilly facing the Savannah bridge as the sun began to set.
I was finally able to shoot this bridge today. It’s called the Screaming Bridge. It’s a supposedly haunted railroad bridge in Danville. I remember seeing it for the first time. It was the first time I had been to Danville and Hannah was giving me the grand tour in her 89 Dodge Dynasty at about midnight. She decided to include this bridge in the tour. It was pretty dark and the bridge definitely looked very creepy that night. And ever since I saw it that night I’ve wanted to shoot it. Today Hannah drove me to it again and I got to shoot it. I love this bridge. I love the architecture, the decay, and the possibility of it being haunted.