Memories are made of this - Route 66 & trains
The kid and I have been back just over a week from a trip out west on Route 66. We tried to cover too much ground for the time we had, were plagued by gray skies, didn't have the best of weather and ended up heading home a couple days early to avoid snow and freezing rain in Missouri. We exhausted ourselves driving and shooting as much as we could every day, yet still it was a thrill to be out on the road exploring again.
Now that I'm home and rested and wandering through my photos, some holy moments have emerged. This one is my favorite.
We finally made it to the Jackrabbit Trading Post out on a silent stretch of old 66 near Joseph City, Arizona. The shop was closed for the day, no one around - but it didn't matter, the golden light was on outside. We set up to shoot that famous "Here it is!" sign . . . and then we heard a train!
We both planned to get the going away shot as the eastbound passed the Jackrabbit sign. With the sunset behind us, we knew it would be well-lit and golden. But then I turned around and saw this: my son, with his cap raised in joyous salute to the crew, the train, and the moment itself . . . and my heart leapt up! Sweet, how the unexpected arrival of a train at a time like this can make such a difference to both of us.
Yes - "Here it is!" This is it. Not a special train, nor a stellar shot, and no Route 66 icon even pictured here - just a feeling we share - happy and blessed. This is why we came out here, why we wander roads and rails, for memories just . . . like . . . this. ; )
Memories are made of this - Route 66 & trains
The kid and I have been back just over a week from a trip out west on Route 66. We tried to cover too much ground for the time we had, were plagued by gray skies, didn't have the best of weather and ended up heading home a couple days early to avoid snow and freezing rain in Missouri. We exhausted ourselves driving and shooting as much as we could every day, yet still it was a thrill to be out on the road exploring again.
Now that I'm home and rested and wandering through my photos, some holy moments have emerged. This one is my favorite.
We finally made it to the Jackrabbit Trading Post out on a silent stretch of old 66 near Joseph City, Arizona. The shop was closed for the day, no one around - but it didn't matter, the golden light was on outside. We set up to shoot that famous "Here it is!" sign . . . and then we heard a train!
We both planned to get the going away shot as the eastbound passed the Jackrabbit sign. With the sunset behind us, we knew it would be well-lit and golden. But then I turned around and saw this: my son, with his cap raised in joyous salute to the crew, the train, and the moment itself . . . and my heart leapt up! Sweet, how the unexpected arrival of a train at a time like this can make such a difference to both of us.
Yes - "Here it is!" This is it. Not a special train, nor a stellar shot, and no Route 66 icon even pictured here - just a feeling we share - happy and blessed. This is why we came out here, why we wander roads and rails, for memories just . . . like . . . this. ; )