Along 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.
Indiana 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.
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.
Today 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.
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.
I 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.
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 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.