Sundays and Trains

Union Pacific Engine - Ogden, Utah
Union Pacific Engine – Ogden, Utah
Burned Out Box Car - Ogden, Utah 1
Burned Out Box Car – Ogden, Utah 1
Burned Out Box Car - Ogden, Utah 2
Burned Out Box Car – Ogden, Utah 2
Cargill Engine - Ogden, Utah
Cargill Engine – Ogden, Utah
Rail Abstraction - Ogden, Utah
Rail Abstraction – Ogden, Utah
Rail Car - Ogden Utah
Rail Car – Ogden Utah
Red Cross Hospital Car - Ogden, Utah
Red Cross Hospital Car – Ogden, Utah
Train Snow Plow - Ogden, Utah
Train Snow Plow – Ogden, Utah
Train Engine - Ogden, Utah
Train Engine – Ogden, Utah
Union Pacific Box Car - Ogden, Utah
Union Pacific Box Car – Ogden, Utah

A Sunday โ€“ dayโ€™s end; we had enjoyed familyโ€™s camaraderie and been among cousins at our cousins farm, an hour away from our Edmonton home. On what is now known as the Queen Elizabeth II highway between Calgary and Edmonton we traveled home Dad at the wheel of our green 69 Pontiac Parisienne. Often on our right travelling northward with us would be a train โ€“ three or four engines together pulling a string of cars, box cars, black tankers, different hopper cars etc.. As we finally entered the city of Edmonton and made our right turn from Calgary trail onto 51st avenue at the intersection holding Koch Mercury and the Van Winkle hotel, we would encounter the train we had traveled with at the rail crossing behind Koch Mercury. And, as you sat in your car waiting for the train to pass you could sometimes signal the engineer to sound the trainโ€™s horn by putting your fist in the air and pulling down in same fashion that the engineer would with his hand on the cable line that would release the bellow of the trainโ€™s horn. More often than not, the trainโ€™s engineer would oblige, the horn would release and the sound could be heard for miles.

Itโ€™s been a generation or two since Dad and Mom took my two brothers and I to my cousinโ€™s farm. I have had my own time working with trains during summers in University, often as rail car spotter. My own son is now entering his fourth year of University and thereโ€™s even been a good long while since he and I would read of Sir Topham Hat, Gordon, Percy, Thomas et al in Reverend W. Awdryโ€™s โ€˜Thomas the Tank Engineโ€™ books.

And, my own interest in trains has not waned. The following photos are a number of first edits from Ogden and engines for viewing at the the Union Pacific railway station, there.

Listening to: โ€˜The Miracle (of Joey Ramoneโ€™) and โ€˜Every Breaking Waveโ€™ from U2โ€™s โ€˜Songs of Innocenceโ€™ โ€“ flip, you donโ€™t have to buy the album, itโ€™s free in iTunes; also the morning has been about Springsteenโ€™s music and musicares celebration of his achievement.

Quote to Inspire โ€“ โ€œโ€ฆ Photographs are evidence of not only whatโ€™s there but of what an individual sees, not just a record but an evaluation of the world.โ€ โ€“ Susan Sontag, โ€˜On Photographyโ€™

Recommended book encouraging literacy in children โ€“ โ€˜The Read Aloud Handbook,โ€™ by Jim Trelease


18 responses to “Sundays and Trains”

    • Hello, hello …

      Definitely expressive, but also exploratory finding my way, searching out what works … tentatively expressive, perhaps; lemanshots does encourage such use of colour (or perhaps its absence, in some cases) – I’ll be looking in regularly.

      Thank you for your kind words … and your blog that bears witness to your words. Take care. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  1. Like the Ogden boxcar No2. Very graphic, like a comic book from childhood. I love traveling on trains, I used to do it a lot when I was in the military but now, the price is prohibitive. And they are fairly poor in the UK. Shame, I remember some great trips.

    Jim

    • Hey there, Jim:

      The Ogden boxcar – the idea had started with an HDR which worked, then it was about playing with the new editing software to see where it could go. It’s a shame that trains are beginning to cost. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  2. Ogden and Brigham City are where my fascination with trains took hold. I lived in Brigham City from the age of six to ten, and a couple of friends and I were always hopping the freight cars and riding the 19 miles between the two cities. Yep. Parents too drunk to know where the children were. Got into a lot of trouble but had a lot of fun on those trains!

    • Hey there, Russell:

      As a teacher, it’s a shame to read about parents unable to embrace parent-hood. Riding rail cars regularly speaks to the joy and resilience of youth.

      It does sound like you’ve come out alright and for that, kudos! Take care. ๐Ÿ˜‰

  3. I had to go gaze at your pictures one more time before moving on, and read the captions, too. I have never heard of a “Train Car” and believe that, while captioning, you got the “Train” from the next picture in with the “Train Car” caption. That “Train Car” is actually a snowplow, used to keep the tracks clear of snow during those northern winters.

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