TheQuietStormKing
Blame me…
It’s the spring of 1980 and a business trip has brought my old man to the Quad Cities. As one steeped in Rock Island mythology he knew right where to go, only this time he was, in his vernacular “a day late and a dollar short”. Time had run out on the Rock, growing up in his shadow I was all too familiar with is work along the storied Rock Island, but his collection of images during the final months of operations were surprisingly sparse. I remember asking him once why he hadn’t shot the end of the Rock and he just looked at me and said “gee, I wonder”…. It seems he was preoccupied with a bouncing baby boy in the early months of 1980, oops. Sorry about that pops. He managed a couple of visits to Silvia before the herd thinned too much, liberating a builders plate or two as I recall. Those too are buried amongst his archives somewhere. For now we have frog eye U25b 209 to enjoy, resplendent in her faded red funeral dress.
Blame me…
It’s the spring of 1980 and a business trip has brought my old man to the Quad Cities. As one steeped in Rock Island mythology he knew right where to go, only this time he was, in his vernacular “a day late and a dollar short”. Time had run out on the Rock, growing up in his shadow I was all too familiar with is work along the storied Rock Island, but his collection of images during the final months of operations were surprisingly sparse. I remember asking him once why he hadn’t shot the end of the Rock and he just looked at me and said “gee, I wonder”…. It seems he was preoccupied with a bouncing baby boy in the early months of 1980, oops. Sorry about that pops. He managed a couple of visits to Silvia before the herd thinned too much, liberating a builders plate or two as I recall. Those too are buried amongst his archives somewhere. For now we have frog eye U25b 209 to enjoy, resplendent in her faded red funeral dress.