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.
She's a hobo , isn't she and loves the camera on her.
Good work and fun on both your parts.
--Bob
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 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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The Winston Salem Southbound caboose. Didn’t think there were any around. Correct that they won’t give you permission because if you got hurt it would fall back on them
ClinchfieldPaul wrote:
The Winston Salem Southbound caboose. Didn’t think there were any around. Correct that they won’t give you permission because if you got hurt it would fall back on them
It's in pretty rough shape. As with our tank photos (which we signed a waiver to shoot), posing with something this size is a compromise. If you show the entire vehicle for every shot, the model is no longer the center of attention. If the model doesn't interact with the vehicle, you quickly run out of interesting shots.
Salisbury is a hotbed of railroad enthusiasts. I guess you're one, LOL. I'm sure the WSSB guys could get in trouble for what they did today, so shh, please.
Beautiful set of a beautiful model. Thanks for sharing them.
Thanks for sharing. Always glad to see you and your muse.
You will note that she "blue flagged" the track for safety.
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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Great shots as usual of a beautiful model.
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