Train tracks Maine
While driving about I came across a railroad crossing it spawned many memories when I was a kid and me and my friends would spend many an idle day walking along railroad tracks talking all sorts of things as boys are want to do. A favorite thing we would like to do is place coins or my mother's favorite flatware on the rails and after the trains would run over them make them very thing and flat. When we became older teenagers we would hide along the sides at night to drink prodigious amounts of beer, smoke weed or do more potent mental alternating substances knowing that only access points for police cars were sometimes miles away and we knew every access point and back alley for miles so we were never bothered and out of sight of neighborhood Karens who would call the police on groups of teenagers all the time. One time when I was in my early twenties there is a length of freight tracks that cuts through the middle of a park called Forest Park in Queens which is park that has a couple hundred acres and the fencing along the tracks has more holes than a pound of Swiss cheese. The trains run rather infrequently and many people in the area routinely walk along the tracks including people with kids and walking their dogs. One day out of the blue while photographing no less and mind you I've frequented this park for many years since I was a boy and for the only time before or since a police helicopter flew right over my head by about thirty feet above me and in a very authoritarian voice I heard, "This is the police stay where you are!" Of course my first thought was "Yeah right." Now much of this park is near virgin woodlands filled with tall old growth trees way over a hundred years old and fifty+ feet high. So being a young man in my prime I quickly zig zag through the woods and hid in a large bush and easily lost my airborne pursuers thinking I just got a taste of the Vietcong must have gone through.
Train tracks Maine
While driving about I came across a railroad crossing it spawned many memories when I was a kid and me and my friends would spend many an idle day walking along railroad tracks talking all sorts of things as boys are want to do. A favorite thing we would like to do is place coins or my mother's favorite flatware on the rails and after the trains would run over them make them very thing and flat. When we became older teenagers we would hide along the sides at night to drink prodigious amounts of beer, smoke weed or do more potent mental alternating substances knowing that only access points for police cars were sometimes miles away and we knew every access point and back alley for miles so we were never bothered and out of sight of neighborhood Karens who would call the police on groups of teenagers all the time. One time when I was in my early twenties there is a length of freight tracks that cuts through the middle of a park called Forest Park in Queens which is park that has a couple hundred acres and the fencing along the tracks has more holes than a pound of Swiss cheese. The trains run rather infrequently and many people in the area routinely walk along the tracks including people with kids and walking their dogs. One day out of the blue while photographing no less and mind you I've frequented this park for many years since I was a boy and for the only time before or since a police helicopter flew right over my head by about thirty feet above me and in a very authoritarian voice I heard, "This is the police stay where you are!" Of course my first thought was "Yeah right." Now much of this park is near virgin woodlands filled with tall old growth trees way over a hundred years old and fifty+ feet high. So being a young man in my prime I quickly zig zag through the woods and hid in a large bush and easily lost my airborne pursuers thinking I just got a taste of the Vietcong must have gone through.