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.
As I was looking through old photos and reliving old memories and adventures, I found this photo. It is an old favorite taken last year. Me and Brandy went to shoot downtown and found a train track while we were walking around. Of course we followed it and I was able to get this shot of her. It was taken in the fall among some really great days of shooting. She has been one of my biggest inspirations when it come to photography and was the reason I decided to do this challenge in the first place. We have had some great times together and many of these days of shooting and being with each other helped me out of a lot of bad feelings. We have always been close and I have always looked up to her and it’s not just because she can make a great photo. It is because I have seen what she has been through, more than anyone should have to deal with, and it inspires me to keep going and trying. You mean more to me than you know Bran and I love you.
This kid. My goodness. What a joy to have and watch grow & learn. He is such a handful but every time I look at him in frustration, I remember the joy and laughter he brings me, and that certainly outweighs it all.
This afternoon we spent creekside. Possibly his most favorite place. He is so funny romping through the water chasing his ball down. After giving them both a bath when we got home, he crawled up in this chair and passed out in the sunshine.
Huge Thank You to Bill @ Bill Crabtree Silver Labs in Muncie Indiana. Raising & breeding such beautiful, loving, smart labs!
We all know how I feel about my puppies. I think I speak for all ‘dog parents’, they are our world. They are not our ‘dogs’, they are out kids. We treat them as such, love them as such, talk to them (they understand us) and spoil them in such a way that non dog owners think ‘we’ are insane. A girlfriend of mine jumped on the dog bandwagon about 5 months ago. Not that long ago she looks at me and says, ‘B I get it.’ I was confused, ‘Get what?!’ ‘I get the love & loyalty. I get the happiness and joy. I get ‘hype’ of loving a dog.’ I could only smile and nod in response.
Yes, puppy stages are rough. The training, the frustration, the energy. Yes they track mud and dirt through out the house. Hair is always on something, & cleaning up after them is never ending. They can be expensive, they can’t tell you what’s wrong when there is an issue. Though the moment they make you laugh, remember what you’ve taught them, curl up beside you, lay at your feet in peace & vow to never leave your side when you need them the most, those are the moment you realize why you wouldn’t have it any other way
This place was a location in a not so good neighborhood that I had driven past a few times and wanted to get into so badly. But I didn’t want to get into it by myself. Me and Hannah had an assignment this weekend to pick a photographer and emulate their style. She wanted to do industrial photos and this place came into mind. So we hooked up with Brandy and KC and headed towards it. We couldn’t directly get to it. So we parked a ways away at a warehouse and walked along some train tracks, over a rickety trestle bridge, found a hole in the fence that surrounded the place and climbed through. This place was incredible. I’m pretty certain it is an abandoned coke factory and it looks like it has been around for quite a while. A lot of the buildings were very old brick buildings. We spent the evening here shooting the whole place. I think we all got some sick shots and then we headed out just before sunset. None of us wanted to be in there at night. I doubt this will be the last time we’ll visit this place. One thing I know for sure is that we went over and beyond to get industrial photos and our professor better be pleased with them.
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.
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!!