Chandler Day 354: An Interesting Discovery

DSC00324Along the old railroad path pictured in the last post were a few headstones. They were out in the middle of the woods not too far off the path. The woods is private property now and most of it is fenced off. Normally no one would ever see the graves as the leaves would conceal them. But since the leaves are long gone the headstones could be seen. They are a little hard to read but they listed three people:

An infant that died when it was delivered on October 23, 1836

Isabella Sedwick who died March 10, 1848 at the age of 7

and Marion Sedwick who died January 8, 1850 at the age of 15.

I have no idea who the people were, what they did, why the died or why they are buried in a woods and forgotten. But at least they are remembered here. Another note about this is that a friend of mine drove past here late one night and saw a little girl in an old dress running through the field across the road. Maybe it was Isabella.

Chandler Day 352: Long-Forgotten Pathways

DSC00326Indiana is called the Crossroads of America. Highways and railways cut through the state and can be found everywhere. Railways have declined over the years and now that state is left with this. Tall embankments where railroads once were. Now they are paths through woods with the occasional reminder that machines once passed through. Railroad ties, bits of coal, markers, broken up bridges, even graves, all mark these forgotten railways.

Brandy Day222: Suspicious Activity

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After I shot this photo, on tracks that I’m no stranger to, I am standing on them with camera and tripod in hand and I am approached by a local police officer.
Officer : “I received a call of a suspicious person taking photos and sitting on the tracks.”
Me : “Yes sir, that’s exactly what I was doing and I’m not suspicious, I’m a photographer.”
Officer : “What were you taking photos of?”
Me : (Dumbest blank stare I’m certain) “Trains….”
He asked for my id, ran my name for warrants, found I was clear. I asked if he would like for me to leave, as he was concerned about my safety (mine? Lol) , he asked if I had gotten  all the the shots I wanted  I said yes packed up my gear and was quietly on my way.

*sidenote* Generally I would not leave so easily but this particular train, the third one I saw, the conductor was hanging out the window frantically yelling at me to get back. He was the one who called the local police department.

Chandler Day 182: What to do, What to do?

DSC03928Today was a boring day. I drove all over the place and visited a lot of places and blew through a lot of gas, but for some reason it bored me. Usually I like wandering, but not today. I was alone and didn’t want to be. I was bored and tired and the heat was annoying. So I spent the afternoon sitting on the tracks watching trains colored with graffiti go by.

Chandler Day 177: Polaroids, Soccer & Trains

DSC03885Another 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.

Chandler Day 170: Straight to the Capitol

DSC03741We 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.

Chandler Day 167: Nothing Special

DSC03725I caught another train today. I was taking a different way home and noticed the tracks so I thought I’d drive by them and see if anything was picture worthy. And as I pulled up to the tracks, I saw it coming and had to stop. So I waited and got my shots. The driver blew the horn a few extra times and waved as he went on his way. It isn’t the most special shot and it doesn’t hold some deep meaning, but it made me smile and it made my day.