Jackson Alexander
The Heart of Englehart
There ain't much to this town, just a railroad yard and some surrounding inhabitants. The entire town is bathed in the sound of idling diesels and the smell of exhaust fumes, just the way I like it. This was the first day of my recent trip and I decided to get up nice and early with my fiance to check out the power for the days 214. We were gifted the exact leaders I wanted, so I decided to stick around in the yard for a while to take some night grabs. Here the power is seen holding notch 4 to build air, evident by the whisps of smoke from the trailing units. As the engineer sat in the cab gathering paperwork, I clicked my shutter and sat in the road like a dork waiting for my little pictures to expose.
The Heart of Englehart
There ain't much to this town, just a railroad yard and some surrounding inhabitants. The entire town is bathed in the sound of idling diesels and the smell of exhaust fumes, just the way I like it. This was the first day of my recent trip and I decided to get up nice and early with my fiance to check out the power for the days 214. We were gifted the exact leaders I wanted, so I decided to stick around in the yard for a while to take some night grabs. Here the power is seen holding notch 4 to build air, evident by the whisps of smoke from the trailing units. As the engineer sat in the cab gathering paperwork, I clicked my shutter and sat in the road like a dork waiting for my little pictures to expose.