Primitive Notion
After a successful weekend of excursions, the Milwaukee Road 261 returns home, crossing over the Mississippi River bridge and pulled by the MILW 32A. There was no indication as to when the train would make its ferry move home, but that didn't stop myself and half a dozen others from waiting on different banks of the river, waiting for the train to return home. A good hour and a half of waiting paid off as a single, almost strangled, call over the scanner bearing "Milwaukee 32A-" announced the incoming train. Though the golden light of sunset was fading greatly as the last of the sun fell beneath the horizon, there was still light enough to capture a classic scene.
Every time I see the 261, I stop at this place for a shot. Sure, it's been done a billion times by a million people, but that doesn't stop me from catching it at this bridge every time. Maybe I'm just too simple, or maybe I just like bridges. Who knows?
Primitive Notion
After a successful weekend of excursions, the Milwaukee Road 261 returns home, crossing over the Mississippi River bridge and pulled by the MILW 32A. There was no indication as to when the train would make its ferry move home, but that didn't stop myself and half a dozen others from waiting on different banks of the river, waiting for the train to return home. A good hour and a half of waiting paid off as a single, almost strangled, call over the scanner bearing "Milwaukee 32A-" announced the incoming train. Though the golden light of sunset was fading greatly as the last of the sun fell beneath the horizon, there was still light enough to capture a classic scene.
Every time I see the 261, I stop at this place for a shot. Sure, it's been done a billion times by a million people, but that doesn't stop me from catching it at this bridge every time. Maybe I'm just too simple, or maybe I just like bridges. Who knows?