|For more than 30 years, Carl Graves and I roamed the central and western United States, searching for the perfect railroad photograph. The article that follows was put together by Carl, with some small assistance from me, in the hope that we could find a spot for it in a railfan publication. When this was originally written, many years ago, there were several potential publication sources. Most of those have gone out of business, and this piece has yet to be published. Still, Carl persists in his efforts to find a home for it, and I admire his persistence.|
I recently asked him if he would allow me to include the text and images in my blog, and he graciously agreed. What follows is a survey of our foibles as we wildly chased trains across the countryside. All photographs were taken by Carl unless otherwise noted. Hereafter follows the text:
While in pursuit of the elusive perfect railroad photo, have you ever found yourself in unfortunate circumstances that make you wonder why any sane individual would have such a hobby? We have driven through monsoons and forest fires, up mountains and down canyons. Our cars have gotten stuck, our camera equipment lost, and our plans destroyed, yet we soldier on. To illustrate some of these predicaments, we present photos that we took, or tried to take, before misfortune struck.
Rain on the Roof
We follow the sun because, like photoelectric cells, our mood and energy are inversely proportional to the percentage of cloud cover. We have changed our destination by hundreds of miles based upon sky conditions at dawn. Thus, when planning separate or joint expeditions, we look for clear horizons. Mother Nature, however, often intervenes in strange ways.
During Carl’s August, 1989 trip to Bear Mountain, New York, rain came down so relentlessly that he took shots from the open door of his companion’s van. During most of our visit to Montana in June, 1994, the cloud cover over Bozeman and Mullan Passes was as dark as the closed lid of a pot. Both of us had thought Montana would be a better location than New York, because it rarely rains in Montana.
Enjoyed reading about the challenges you and Carl faced! Jim GuzakReplyDelete