It usually went something like this:
We barreled down the road with me hanging my head out the window like a dog, the wind so violent against my glasses I secretly feared they would be ripped off. I would spy some old lovely thing and squeal. B-i-L would pull over and the clock would start ticking... I had mere seconds to snap before he began pulling off the shoulder and back onto the road. Some squeals would go unanswered, and I quickly learned that I was only permitted so many squeal-stops per hour.
At one point I bolstered my quota by suggesting I buy him a Coke and some chips. We pulled over surprisingly quick for that, and I was in and out of the dollar store in no time and with a food supply that would make even the Pillsbury Dough Boy proud.
This is one of my favorite shots of that trip. As I was taking it, the ground rumbled up through my feet and deep into my chest as the longest train I'd ever seen roared past just feet away from me.
I was dangerously close, it's true, but that sound, that feeling, that deep shaking I will never forget.
Sigh. ♥
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i love how you capture moments and share them with us. i could feel that train in my chest as i read this. :)
In addition to that coffe shop on Main Street, I have train tracks a couple of hundred yards from my little homestead. Just Sayin'
"Squeal-stops per hour" is the most hilarious phrase! I love that shot too! Were you able to get a picture of the train going by?
PERFECT!
Food wins over every time. Just think what you could have captured had you bought him a pizza;))
Ah, but B-i-L was racing against the clock, wanting as much light as possible for you. Hence the limited squeal-stops per hour. As he said during one of those forays into the unknown, you tramping shockingly close to a stangers 'so interesting' house..."it's her day."
Wow what a close call you have. Just like the nice looking antique fan .. hehe just hope nobody will accidentally poke their hands into the moving blades. Enjoy great weekend Allison!
My heart was race as I read how fast the train wised by your ears, Allie.
hurry, hurry not daring to tarry for fear your ride will say bye, bye.
Love the fan photo.
Hugs,
Pam
....laughing. As we are driving along a country road, my husband often says "if you want a picture, just let me know". Occasionally I see a "wow" opt and exclaim so. Of course we are traveling at about 60 mph and traffic is behind us... and he asked, "Do you want me to stop? I'll turn around if you want me to." I do love him.
I love the thundering train to top off this lovely area. Too bad he had to show all, must be a guy thing.LOL I pull over, swoop back and stop at a glance a lot,but still want to see it all.
Wow, great photo, interesting composition, reminds me of one of those french impressionist paintings,,,M
I love how your eye finds these wonderful things to photograph. What a character your brother in law is. A man who means business.
Tom got a taste for life with blogger this weekend. We went to the coast for the weekend and I took pictures wherever we went. Sometimes he'd ask why, but by the end of our trip he was pointing out what he thought might be a nice shot and speeding up past the traffic so I could get a clear picture.
You take the best pictures!
Love you,
Debbie
Hello, my friend! Hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Carla
I had to smile after reading your post. Great photo. I love the composition and all the different textures and lines
Wish you had more time, but passengers are usually at the driver's whim, aren't they?
Perfect capture, Allison. :)
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