The Iron Road

I inherited a lot of my interests from my dad. He was a photographer. He handed down his old Mamiya/Sekor 500 DTL when he thought I was ready to try out photography with an SLR. He was a musician and instilled a love of baroque organ music that still defines the core of my musical interests. And he loved trains. I fondly remember hours spent trackside at the Burlington Northern’s Eola yard near my hometown of Aurora, IL watching tiger-striped GP50’s on hot intermodals and the unceasing parade of E9 powered “Dinkies.” These photos are the result of a lifelong appreciation of railroading and the men and women that work hard to deliver the commodities and the goods that run our lives.