bmattock
Veteran
Yesterday, I went out and shot a couple rolls of film in and near downtown Albuquerque, NM. Towards the end of the afternoon, I was losing the light, but I wanted to get a shot of the Amtrak train pulling out of Duke City, bound for Los Angeles.
I had earlier found a bridge that crossed the railroad tracks and which did not have a guardrail that was too high for me to shoot over the top of it. So, I parked my car and walked out onto the bridge.
Through my 200mm lens (sorry guys, I was testing a new/old SLR), I could just see the oncoming train, but it was still at the station. I waited for awhile for it to pull out, but the sun was setting and it was getting both cold and windy on the bridge. Cars were driving by, some yelled things out the window at me which I could not make out.
I finally gave it up as a bad job. As I turned to go, a soda cup from a drive-through restaraunt came hurtling towards me. Some kids in a Chevy were using me for target practice. Fortunately, they missed.
I hadn't done anything to make them mad, but I stood out, and that was enough to make me a target. I suppose if they'd had a brick, they'd have thrown that instead.
So let's be careful out there! Sometimes it is dangerous to be a photographer, even if you're not in a warzone.
Best Regards,
Bill Mattocks
I had earlier found a bridge that crossed the railroad tracks and which did not have a guardrail that was too high for me to shoot over the top of it. So, I parked my car and walked out onto the bridge.
Through my 200mm lens (sorry guys, I was testing a new/old SLR), I could just see the oncoming train, but it was still at the station. I waited for awhile for it to pull out, but the sun was setting and it was getting both cold and windy on the bridge. Cars were driving by, some yelled things out the window at me which I could not make out.
I finally gave it up as a bad job. As I turned to go, a soda cup from a drive-through restaraunt came hurtling towards me. Some kids in a Chevy were using me for target practice. Fortunately, they missed.
I hadn't done anything to make them mad, but I stood out, and that was enough to make me a target. I suppose if they'd had a brick, they'd have thrown that instead.
So let's be careful out there! Sometimes it is dangerous to be a photographer, even if you're not in a warzone.
Best Regards,
Bill Mattocks