The Real Terminator
...this mansion of gloom
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, two former espee GP40-2s makes their presence known as they try their hardest to get their behemoth of a 111 car manifest moving out of Gary & Western #3. This is IHB Job BA2's fairly predictable midmorning routine - returning to Blue Island with local outbound traffic from the plethora of industries around East Chicago. Winter was showing its true first colors this morning, temperatures in the low 30s with extremely dark and depressing skies... my favorite! And only the best for shooting the Harbor.
A great day for moody shooting in the morning, and returning home to catch up on my reading of Poe's literature.
...this mansion of gloom
During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, two former espee GP40-2s makes their presence known as they try their hardest to get their behemoth of a 111 car manifest moving out of Gary & Western #3. This is IHB Job BA2's fairly predictable midmorning routine - returning to Blue Island with local outbound traffic from the plethora of industries around East Chicago. Winter was showing its true first colors this morning, temperatures in the low 30s with extremely dark and depressing skies... my favorite! And only the best for shooting the Harbor.
A great day for moody shooting in the morning, and returning home to catch up on my reading of Poe's literature.