About whistle stop photos
One cold day in December I drove to the Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad and Museum in Portland from Lowell Massachusetts on a whim for a photo shoot. There was no snow in Lowell. However there was plenty in Portland. My goal was to see a "live" two foot railroad.
I work in Bedford Massachusetts, the birthplace of the nation's first two foot railroad. Today this historical site is now the Narrow Gauge Rail Trail. The trail is widely used by hikers, cyclists and families. Some of the original track remains near the train depot. However I wanted to see a "live" two foot railroad. Therefore I had to drive to the Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad and Museum.
Upon my arrival, I was greeted with a blanket of snow and a cool breeze. This two foot railroad faces the Casco Bay. The vintage railcars remained motionless. I continued walking parallel to the tracks, capturing the silent railcars along the way. However there was no movement. I looked into the horizon and saw absolutely no movement. Therefore I decided to call it a day.
I began walking towards my car with my gear packed. Then suddenly a man instructed his young daughter to "wait for the train". Train, what train? All I heard was silence. I reopened my bag and began setting up my camera. The two foot steam locomotive sounded her whistle. It's show time! She made a grand entrance through the crosswalk, on a snow covered track. This was well work the trip.
I work in Bedford Massachusetts, the birthplace of the nation's first two foot railroad. Today this historical site is now the Narrow Gauge Rail Trail. The trail is widely used by hikers, cyclists and families. Some of the original track remains near the train depot. However I wanted to see a "live" two foot railroad. Therefore I had to drive to the Maine Narrow Gauge Railroad and Museum.
Upon my arrival, I was greeted with a blanket of snow and a cool breeze. This two foot railroad faces the Casco Bay. The vintage railcars remained motionless. I continued walking parallel to the tracks, capturing the silent railcars along the way. However there was no movement. I looked into the horizon and saw absolutely no movement. Therefore I decided to call it a day.
I began walking towards my car with my gear packed. Then suddenly a man instructed his young daughter to "wait for the train". Train, what train? All I heard was silence. I reopened my bag and began setting up my camera. The two foot steam locomotive sounded her whistle. It's show time! She made a grand entrance through the crosswalk, on a snow covered track. This was well work the trip.