Set the Scene
One of the downsides of my last minute decision to come out to the IN and shoot the 765 was my general lack of knowledge about the area. Sure, I did a little Google Maps-ing, but not enough, and that does only get you so far. Often times, unless it's an area I have previous experience in or have seen photos or videos of a spot, I find that most of my photo spots are areas I just come across.
For instance, near Montgomery, MI, a lone tree leaning over a small creek - which google assures me is the 'West Fork West Branch Saint Joseph River' - and the small concrete bridge just begged to be captured in a photo. Never seen it before, didn't even spot it on Maps, I simply ran across it and had to stop. Another chaser I'd briefly chatted with earlier, one of the many I'd see and meet throughout the weekend, was parked there, but everyone else was either racing for Reading or at the crossing just up ahead.
Tree shade and bushes be damned, I have to say that Michigan was treating me and the 765 well already. As an aside, this is the first time I've shot any train in the lower peninsula of MI, and the first time shooting anything in MI since I visited the LS&I over a year ago. Feels like just yesterday. How time does fly, no?
Set the Scene
One of the downsides of my last minute decision to come out to the IN and shoot the 765 was my general lack of knowledge about the area. Sure, I did a little Google Maps-ing, but not enough, and that does only get you so far. Often times, unless it's an area I have previous experience in or have seen photos or videos of a spot, I find that most of my photo spots are areas I just come across.
For instance, near Montgomery, MI, a lone tree leaning over a small creek - which google assures me is the 'West Fork West Branch Saint Joseph River' - and the small concrete bridge just begged to be captured in a photo. Never seen it before, didn't even spot it on Maps, I simply ran across it and had to stop. Another chaser I'd briefly chatted with earlier, one of the many I'd see and meet throughout the weekend, was parked there, but everyone else was either racing for Reading or at the crossing just up ahead.
Tree shade and bushes be damned, I have to say that Michigan was treating me and the 765 well already. As an aside, this is the first time I've shot any train in the lower peninsula of MI, and the first time shooting anything in MI since I visited the LS&I over a year ago. Feels like just yesterday. How time does fly, no?