InfiniteISO wrote:
A few weeks ago a beat up caboose appeared on a grassy siding at small local railyard. I asked the wife if she would consider sneaking in and getting a few photos with a new prop on father's day and she said yes. So this morning I drove there alone to see if the office for the yard was manned and it wasn't. Sundays can be hit and miss. So I drove back and collected my little hobo and my gear. Of course, when we pulled up to the place, there was a railroad guy sitting there in an idling truck. It was still relatively cool and he had his window down. I said to the wife, let's just ask him if he minds us shooting the caboose. So we walk up to him and he's really nice about it. He says, "I can't give you permission, but I can pretend that you're not out there." Of course, the wife is already in her tight bib overalls with a tank top, so it's pretty obvious that we were not just going to be shooting the caboose by itself. But as promised he left us alone and after a while, another guy showed up and they fired-up an engine and went off somewhere down the main line. I wish it had been overcast, but for 90 percent of the time we were fighting harsh sunlight. Here are a few of the better pics hot off the press.
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Photos of your lovely wife are always a special treat for this forum. And your photography work is exceptional, as always.