Wednesday, December 23, 2015
Monday, December 21, 2015
The northbound Amtrak Cardinal passes in front of the depot in the town of Orange on December 20, 2015, loaded perhaps with folks going home for Christmas.
The Cardinal runs between New York and Chicago three days a week, but does not stop in Orange. The colonial revival train station was completed in 1910. Passenger service to Orange was discontinued in the early 1970s.
Sunday, December 20, 2015
Asbury Chapel - 1916
"Asbury Chapel (now Asbury United Methodist Church) was build in 1848 and named for Bishop Francis Asbury, who evangelized throughout the Shenandoah Valley from 1783 to 1805. During the Civil War, the congregation met irregularly, and the church was used as a hospital, probably after the Battle of Front Royal.
In 1916, the building was dismantled, revealing bloodstained floorboards. Using original materials when possible and following a similar design, the congregation completed the present structure the next year. The reconstructed church was dedicated on the fourth Sunday in October, 1917." *
*Text from the Wayside marker located at the church.
Friday, December 18, 2015
Every time I drive through Front Royal, I see this restaurant and think I will stop and take a picture of it some day. Earlier this month I finally did it. It looks like the kind of place that used to be common in small towns. There are not many left.
Hope you will stop by on Sunday for our regular Third Sunday post. In the meantime, have a good weekend and thanks for reading Photography In Place.
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Pleasant Valley is a small railroad town just south of Harrisonburg, Virginia. The Shenandoah Valley Railroad operates trains several times a week between Pleasant Valley and Staunton, Virginia. I stopped by there last Sunday afternoon to photograph the lovely old wooden train station that still stands but is no longer in use. The picture above was taken along the tracks just north of the station.
Wednesday, December 16, 2015
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
Monday, December 14, 2015
Last week I camped for a few days at Shenandoah River State Park, near Front Royal, Virginia. I drove up to Harper's Ferry one day while I was there and spent the day photographing the town.
My trip also included a trek through the upper Shenandoah Valley and a visit to the town of Front Royal, as well as long walks along the Shenandoah River. Over the next couple of weeks I will be sharing more pictures taken during my recent travels.
Friday, December 11, 2015
Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
This locomotive is a 2-8-2 "Mikado" type built by Baldwin in 1902. It is said to be the largest operating narrow gauge steam locomotive in the western hemisphere. This picture is from my visit to the Colorado Railroad Museum in September of this year.
The day I was there, the locomotive was pushing Thomas the Train around the grounds of the museum and this is the only shot I managed to get of 411 without Thomas. I don't know what is in the bag hanging over the number below the cab window.
Monday, December 7, 2015
If you are tired of the foggy pictures that ran all last week here on Photography In Place, take heart. No more fog for a while.
This shot was taken in early October on what was to be my last Potomac River trip of the year. Mattawoman Creek empties into the Potomac near Indian Head, Maryland. The Algonquin word "mattawoman" means "where one goes pleasantly."
Labels: River Scenes
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Monday, November 30, 2015
Low clouds hung over the mountains one morning last week. A light rain fell as I walked through the woods in the fog. On the soggy ground, I moved along silent as an Indian, enjoying the quiet and the mountain landscape that materialized ahead of me, and disappeared into the fog behind.
Fog pictures this week--join me. At least you won't get wet.
Wednesday, November 25, 2015
It was my intention to write a long and crabby post about how Thanksgiving is being overwhelmed by the commercialization of Christmas, which begins before Halloween, and that odious consumer orgy known as Black Friday. But I will spare you all that. Old men complaining about change is nothing new, and nobody wants to hear it.
So let me just wish you a peaceful and enjoyable time with family and friends.
I have written about Thanksgiving when I was in a better frame of mind, and you might enjoy these stories from the past.
A brief fable about the importance of being thankful
A turkey hunt in the mountains of southwest Virginia nearly forty years ago
Remembering my dad on Thanksgiving morning
Thanks for reading Photography In Place. We will be taking a short break for Thanksgiving and will be back on Monday,November 30.
Friday, November 20, 2015
Western Maryland Scenic Railroad car 855 waits outside the stationmaster's office before departing Frostburg for the return trip to Cumberland.
Hope you have clear track ahead for the weekend, and thanks for reading Photography In Place.
Thursday, November 19, 2015
Passengers make their way back to the train after visiting Frostburg. It is a perfect autumn day and I am looking forward to the trip back down the mountains to Cumberland. I just had time for a few more shots before boarding the train and finding my seat.
Wednesday, November 18, 2015
To prepare for the return to Cumberland, Frostburg's depot is equipped with a turntable and a passing track so that engines can be turned, run around the train and re-couple to the other end. While this is going on, the train crew goes through the coaches turning the seats to face the new forward direction.
Since this excursion was powered by two diesel locomotives coupled end-to-end, there was no need to turn the locomotives and the turntable was used as a switch. In the picture above, the locomotives have been un-coupled from the train and the conductor is supervising as the engines pull on to the turntable to rotate a couple of feet into alignment with the passing track.
Tuesday, November 17, 2015
The next day after my visit to Antietam last month I decided, somewhat on the spur of the moment, to drive up to Cumberland, home of the Western Maryland Scenic Railroad. My plan was to photograph the train leaving Cumberland and chase it up to Frostburg, getting what pictures I could along the way. When I arrived at the station, I decided to ride the train instead. There were seats available and I bought a ticket, scrambled out on the platform and boarded the train.
Pulled by two EMD GP30 diesel locomotives, the trip up through the western Maryland mountains took about an hour and we arrived in Frostburg around lunch time. I spent most of the 90 minute layover in Frostburg taking pictures but managed to grab a bite to eat before the return trip. More to come.
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Dunker Church - 1852
On Sunday, September 14, 1862, three days before the Battle of Antietam, members of the German Baptist Brethren attending services in the Dunker Church could hear the ominous thunder of artillery from the Battle of South Mountain seven miles to the east. The congregation, known as Dunkers because they practiced immersion baptism, were a quiet, pacifist people, but their church was to become a focal point in the bloodiest battle in United States history. The church was damaged by both Union and Confederate artillery and musket fire, but remained standing until 1921, when a storm flattened the neglected building. In 1962, the church was reconstructed on its original foundation using much of the original material.
Two days after the Battle of Antietam, Alexander Gardner recorded Confederate dead in front of Dunker Church. After the battle the church was used as a field hospital.
On the Sunday before the battle, congregants must have glanced uneasily to the east through this window as distant artillery sounded over the reading of the Bible.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Thursday, November 12, 2015
"Near Sharpsburg. Sept 17th 1862. On the field, Dear Mother. It is a misty moisty morning. We are engaging the enemy and are drawn up in support of Hooker who is banging away most briskly. I write in the saddle to send you my love and to say that I am very well so far. — Dearest mother, I am wounded so as to be helpless. Good bye if so it must be I think I die in victory . . . Our troops have left the part of the field where I lay — Mother, yrs Wilder All is well with those that have faith"Letter from Wilder Dwight to Elizabeth A. Dwight, 17 September 1862 - Massachusetts Historical Society
Killed at the Battle of Antietam - Alexander Gardner (Library of Congress)
"Battle oh horrid battle. What sights I have seen now see around me. I am Wounded! And am afraid shall be again as shells fly past me every few seconds carrying away limbs from trees and scattering limbs about. Am in severe pain. Furies how the shells fly. I do sincerely hope shall not be wounded again. We drove them first till they got sheltered then we had a bad place. Oh I cannot write."Sqt Jonathan Stowe, 15th Massachusetts Invantry, 2nd Corps - Diary entry, September 17, 1862, CWTI Collection, USAMHI
"The corn and trees, so fresh and green in the morning, were reddened with blood and torn by bullet and shell, and the very earth was furrowed by the incessant impact of lead and iron."Francis Palfrey, 20th Massachusetts - A Diary of Battle - De Capo Press, 1998
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
"'The roar of the infantry was beyond anything conceivable to the uninitiated,' General Williams told his family. 'If all the stone and brick houses of Broadway should tumble at once the roar and rattle could hardly be greater, and amidst this, hundreds of pieces of artillery, right and left, were thundering as a sort of bass to to the infernal music.' The cannon could be heard as far away as Hagerstown, sounding like the muttered rumble of a summer storm on the horizon."*
*from Landscape Turned Red, by Stephen W. Sears (Houghton Mifflin, 1983)
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
On the evening of September 16, 1862, Union soldiers bivouacked in the fields around the farmhouse of Joseph Poffenberger. It rained during the night, and in dreary camps all over the battlefield men tried to rest before the battle that would commence at daybreak.
It was a night "so dark, so obscure, so mysterious, so uncertain; with the occasional rapid volleys of pickets and outposts, the low, solemn sound of the command as troops came into position, and withal so sleepy that there was a half-dreamy sensation about it all . . ."*
*Letter from Union soldier quoted in Landscape Turned Red by Stephen W. Sears (Houghton Mifflin, 1983)
Monday, November 9, 2015
Last month I visited Antietam National Battlefield and spent an entire day there photographing the battlefield. Starting tomorrow, I will be sharing some of the pictures taken at Antietam.
The battle that took place on September 17, 1862 around Antietam Creek was the bloodiest single day of fighting in American history, with 23,000 Union and Confederate soldiers killed, wounded or missing. It was a battle that many in the North hoped would destroy Robert E. Lee's Army of Northern Virginia and bring an end to the conflict. But at the end of the day, the lines of battle were much as they were at the beginning, and neither side won any significant strategic advantage. Late the next day, Lee's army forded the Potomac River and returned to Virginia.