Spring and stormlight
May the 4th was a hard fought day of foaming.
It had been forecasted to be mostly sunny. That was a lie.
Near the end of the day I figured I'd go "up the hill" a little bit to Oak Street on the former LV to watch the returning NRFF go by since yes, I knew where the NRFF was. Instead of being here at my normal shot I decided to park in a blind across the street due to heavy cloud cover and just do a watch-by. The NRFF was slowly grinding up to here waiting for a flagman to get in position to protect the malfunctioning crossing and was getting really close when the sun started to find a hole in the cloud line. I put the Tunnage in drive and darted across Oak Street to this other parking lot during which my tailgate that apparently had not quite been latched closed proceeded to open letting my supply tote tumble out the back and onto the pavement at about 25mph (luckily in the empty parking lot and not in the street). Knowing from multiple failed attempts at this shot where to park I set up and adjusted quickly netting this shot of an amazingly stormlit train. At the time I reasoned that this got me somewhat even for the day considering the shots I had lost earlier to cloud cover but considering this became the lead photo of the article I guess I'm ahead. It was very nearly the cover but other things just couldn't fit nicely enough to make it work.
I slept in this parking spot maybe 4 or 5 nights during the spring trip as safe parking in the area was a bit hard to come by. Safe meaning no one stealing things from the bed of my truck at night. More things I couldn't really mention in the article were just how many nights and where I slept in the truck but yeah probably 25 nights or more ranging from clandestine parking lots behind buildings like this to tucked in the woods parking spots like Tuscarora State Park to beautiful, quiet, worryless places like the R&N parking lot at Port Clinton. The hardest part was qualifying on locations of clean porta-potties though.
Also a hello to Baaaaab who I was on the phone with when the Tunnage was put into drive and a hello to Jon Clark whose son Andrew "Dice" Clark was born on this day.
Spring and stormlight
May the 4th was a hard fought day of foaming.
It had been forecasted to be mostly sunny. That was a lie.
Near the end of the day I figured I'd go "up the hill" a little bit to Oak Street on the former LV to watch the returning NRFF go by since yes, I knew where the NRFF was. Instead of being here at my normal shot I decided to park in a blind across the street due to heavy cloud cover and just do a watch-by. The NRFF was slowly grinding up to here waiting for a flagman to get in position to protect the malfunctioning crossing and was getting really close when the sun started to find a hole in the cloud line. I put the Tunnage in drive and darted across Oak Street to this other parking lot during which my tailgate that apparently had not quite been latched closed proceeded to open letting my supply tote tumble out the back and onto the pavement at about 25mph (luckily in the empty parking lot and not in the street). Knowing from multiple failed attempts at this shot where to park I set up and adjusted quickly netting this shot of an amazingly stormlit train. At the time I reasoned that this got me somewhat even for the day considering the shots I had lost earlier to cloud cover but considering this became the lead photo of the article I guess I'm ahead. It was very nearly the cover but other things just couldn't fit nicely enough to make it work.
I slept in this parking spot maybe 4 or 5 nights during the spring trip as safe parking in the area was a bit hard to come by. Safe meaning no one stealing things from the bed of my truck at night. More things I couldn't really mention in the article were just how many nights and where I slept in the truck but yeah probably 25 nights or more ranging from clandestine parking lots behind buildings like this to tucked in the woods parking spots like Tuscarora State Park to beautiful, quiet, worryless places like the R&N parking lot at Port Clinton. The hardest part was qualifying on locations of clean porta-potties though.
Also a hello to Baaaaab who I was on the phone with when the Tunnage was put into drive and a hello to Jon Clark whose son Andrew "Dice" Clark was born on this day.