Boring days of photography, where nothing goes the right way, can often lead to taking photos of random stuff. This includes old compact discs randomly discarded along highways in Indiana. This actually seemed extra appropriate to be found in Indiana. Read the rest of this entry »
Hugging Chicago’s lakefront, the original Illinois Central Railroad mainline was built in 1856 and electrified in 1926. Today, it is one of Metra’s busiest stretches of commuter railroad, with hundreds of daily trains carrying thousands of commuters into the Loop at Millennium Station. South of Roosevelt Road, there are also a few freight trains along the line, six tracks wide at this point. Sunday night, we were lucky enough to find one of those freight trains approaching the 35th St. overpass, under the ever-present Willis Tower, its headlight illuminating the wide right of way of the Mainline of Mid-America. Read the rest of this entry »
I hadn’t been to Beecher, IL in quite a while, so I figured last night would be a perfect opportunity. It wasn’t too cold, and I had a free moment. You can probably see previous attempts at photography in the town of Beecher in this here blog, and over on my Flickr. I’m not sure why I’ve become obsessed with this town, but I know there’s a good photo here somewhere. Last night, I think I got a little closer to finding it.
I’d tried something similar to this before, but from farther up the hill, and closer to the sidewalk. Tonight, I took a lesson from the Beatles, and said why not do it in the road? Uh, not in that sense…wait…I mean…I put the camera in the middle of the street, and hoped a car wouldn’t run it over. See for your self: Read the rest of this entry »
The Mississippi River valley is very quiet early in the morning, with only the occasional boat motor from passing early morning fishermen disturbing the silence. This is especially true when you’re high up on the bluffs over the east bank of the river, in the Mississippi Palisades State Park near Savanna, IL, waiting for the sun to finally get high enough in the sky to eliminate the shadows down below. Then suddenly, the occasional passing boat motor is drowned out by a sound approaching from the north, a steady rumble growing louder. And then, a BNSF freight train pops out from around the curve to the north, and into the first hint of morning sunshine making its way through the green forests. Read the rest of this entry »