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.
Rainy Sunday. Lousy migraine. No photos today. Slept more than most of the day.
This photo was taken out west atop some train tracks, looking down. I love the shot. I love the view. So peaceful. So soothing.
Enjoy the view & hope for a better tomorrow ❤
Red & green. Stop & go. Bright stars in the dark sky. What a day.
Chatting with a friend who turns out is more like me than I’d ever thought. For this opportunity I am so grateful. Yes, these are the same tracks I was just kicked off of ;-).
A quiet night on the tracks as the heavy fog began to set in, leaving a slight chill in the air.
I don’t mind it, gettin’ dirty, wearin’ boots & jeans. Walking through corn fields and down train tracks. Its such a liberating feeling. Finding old abandoned homes, buildings & barns. I once walked through a barn that had antique furniture covered and books dating back to 1800’s.
I really enjoy finding lost memories.
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.
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 photo reminds me of my childhood. The reason I’m drawn to train tracks. My grandma lived next to tracks. She made everything better. So sensible. A strong, loving, caring & beautiful woman.
I feel a sense of freedom. Standing there looking into the endless existence.
This particular track is about 12 stories above a lake. 90 years old. Solid. How was something so complex built so long ago.
It amazes me how we are where we are from where we’ve come.
Today was a fantastic day! Some great conversation, willingness, friendship & country roads. Lots of country roads <3!