Wedding Photos on the Lowell Line
OK, Alex and I spent a lot of time at the train station over the last few days. I was unable to find coverage for his day care provider on Thursday and had to take the day off of work. And a funny thing happened when we were there. I hate to jump to conclusions, but this sure looked like a wedding photo session to me.
And it’s not a bad location if you are into that sort of thing. Perhaps these folks make their living off trains. Or maybe they are just into a sort of industrial look.
I have to admit I always feel a twinge of jealousy when I see a scene like this. Oh it’s not about the wedding. I’m happy for what looks like a very nice couple. It’s that there’s a part of me that wishes I were the one taking the pictures. But I have a job that I love and have to satisfy myself with the odd photo series like this – recording the unusual for those that don’t have the opportunity to experience these things.
But I did have a lot of explaining to do with Alex when they sat down for an intimate photo. We do cross the tracks, but we never play or sit on them. This morning, the Downeaster came through when we had just arrived after dropping off Katherine at school. If it weren’t for the grade-crossing, you might not even hear the Downeaster from the platform – the view is obstructed by some temporary storage containers. And the Downeaster doesn’t stop – it roars through the station. It’s quite a surprise when it pops into view just 20 feet from you. It’s a big train.
But there are plenty of other things to take pictures of, and I’ll leave you with this somewhat abstract black and white image of the edge of the platform. I probably looked at this a dozen times before I realized what the four black smudges were. That’s frustrating – I was always focused on the tar drip and how it changes color and reflectivity as it moves to the painted side of the platform edge. It was only yesterday I realized what those four smudges were.