Saturday while we were in Blue Ridge awaiting the arrival of the J 611 steam engine, a diesel engine pulling a load of hazardous materials cars came chugging through.
My husband, who is a battalion chief with a city fire department, grimaced as he watched the cars go by. "Wouldn't be nothing left of us if one of those derailed right now," he muttered.
Fortunately, nothing happened, and I and many other photographers who were standing around lived to await the steam engine. I noticed they also took pictures of the diesel.
I like trains. As machines, they have beautiful lines and are lovely to look at. I am not sure what draws me to them, but I love to watch them glide along the tracks.
Interestingly, I also like the forlorn look of train tracks as they make their way along the sides of mountains and down valleys. The sight calls out to my heart.
Great pics. There is something about empty train tracks that also calls to a photographer, isn't there?
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