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!
I finally was able to shoot this train tonight. I remember going out to Danville for the first time last year to see Hannah, and I remember hearing the train from her house. Every time I went out there I would hear the train. It took me a while to find where exactly it was. I found the tracks but I never was able to catch the train. I tired several times and always missed it. I kept hearing it and it started to drive me nuts that I couldn’t find it to shoot it. Until tonight. I decided I would try one more time to look for it. I crossed over the tracks and saw a light coming. So I stopped and waited. And finally it came. It roared past me, horn blaring, and I started shooting. It was awesome. I loved it. I finally was able to shoot it.
Today was a great day. It started out in a Waffle House early this morning in Pendleton. Me, Hannah, Brandy, Nick and Mary met up there and had breakfast. From there we headed to Gary. We were running on about two hours of sleep but we weren’t going to let that slow us down. We were driving all the way to Gary to shoot some abandoned buildings there. We started with an abandoned train station. The building was great, but very eerie. It was filled with graffiti and fliers of missing people. One bit of graffiti that kept reoccurring was “The Rest Are Dead” in red paint on the walls. There was also this very dark hallway that none of us really wanted to go in. That is where the picture above was taken. After walking on the railroad and watching several trains go by, we moved on to the next building. That building was an old church. We explored this large building for quite some time as there were several levels and a basement. It was perfect for shooting. Then we moved onto an abandoned theater, which was slightly terrifying. For some reason everyone got a weird vibe from the heavily decayed building. We got a few shots there and then quickly moved on to an old school building. A few shots there and then we wrapped up the trip by driving by a house that had apparently contained demons and the family that lived there was possessed at one time. It was a great road trip. We got some great shots, had a lot of fun, saw some very creepy things, and made it out of Gary in one piece.
More train tracks,I know. But I love them. And these made me stop today. I was driving rather fast because I was late for a double date, but I saw this and I had to stop. The fog was beautiful and creepy and it worked great with these tracks. I love fog. It adds so much to everything around you. I’ve shot these tracks several times before, but they looked so different in the fog. It’s amazing how a scene can change with the environment around it. How weather, and light, and moisture can completely change how you see something. One day these tracks were covered in pure white snow, with a clear blue sky behind and full sun lighting them. And today they were wet and dark and covered in mist and fog. I love this change. It makes you keep your eyes open. It makes you continuously look at something to see how it changes. It makes you adapt and look for new shots. It can hard and sometimes very frustrating, but sometimes, like today, it can really pay off.