1. I love trains. All sorts, from the coal-fired dragons of the 1800s to the streamlined Zephyr of the 30's to the big diesels of today.
2. I adore my bike. I love most all bikes, but right now I'm utterly loving having a Star Roadliner Midnight.
3. I love my camera, which includes laying out and taking photos.
So. If you remember the Camelspotting post of a while back, you can skip the link. For those of you don't, here's The Camelspotting Post, which fell remarkably flat. For those of you who still don't get it, it's about trains, based on a Camelspotting joke by Monty Python's Flying Circus. Replace 'camel' with 'train' and you've got it on the nosey. *s* I know, it's more of a British thing, but hey, I'm known for being obscure.
SO. Put the three together along with the information you've gained in the Camelspotting post, and you realise that if I were to be able to catch
- my bike Black Betty, with
- my camera, in
- a good location,
I'd have some damn fine pictures.
And yes, the next few pictures were taken from the wrong side of the warning gate, and yes, there DID happen to be a cop on the other side waiting for the train to go by, but he was out of his jurisdiction and I was moving toward home a lot faster than he could have gotten his car out of the line of cars he was stuck in so it was all good.
Anyway, my friend the Norfolk Southern D9 Camel (two humps) there wasn't going all that fast. Actually it had stopped for a few of those pictures, as you can probably tell. Certainly long enough for me to get Betty around the other side of that bothersome crossing gate and parallel to the cameltracks. *grin* You gotta work for what you want.