Saturday, March 28, 2009


Here are some pictures from my recent train yard safari:

I found some writing on one of the boxcars, but much of what had been written is rusted, faded or chipped:

This great, mysterious moon is the remains of what had once been a round sticker of some sort.

I really love this one:

During the last few years I've become obsessed with shooting and editing these kinds of photos. You could also call it an addiction, but I think those terms are too negative. I'd say it's a consuming passion, but that sounds a bit too lofty. In any case, taking photos like these is something I love to do. It's what I'd rather do than almost anything else. And the only bad thing about it is the time it takes. Time, and lots of space on my computer.

The hobby of photography isn't expensive, as it was when you had to buy film and pay for developing or darkroom supplies. Now you can shoot as much as you want and it doesn't cost a dime, but the mangement of all those images can be a bit overwhelming. I don't want to know how much time I've spent editing, organizing, uploading to share sites, and downloading to discs.


Hermit on the Hill said...

They are so beautiful! I think a book is a really good idea.

willow said...

Your photos are AMAZING!!!

Thanks for stopping by Willow Manor. :^)

Barb Black said...

I told her the same thing, Hermit!

Hilary, you've got such an amazing eye for this stuff. It's really hard for me to choose a favorite. And the colors... oy... so rich. Why label it at all? Just go with the passion. Your love for the stuff is obvious.

MuseSwings said...

Wonderful photos! I love the way you find just the right detail. We lived near train yard in Royal Oak, MI for a while a zillion years ago. I was more fascinated with the details than the whole.

longhairbroad said...

You got to shoot at the train yard??? Ah man, am I envious! I can't figure out where to put my car to get anywhere near the place. These are great shots!

Hilarywho said...

Well, it wasn't exactly a train "yard." These were train cars parked on a long siding in the middle of nowhere near Flatrock.