Memories drive a sense of place. Memories, to me, are a powerful motivator for life going on, and for the ups and downs and majesty and wonder of it all - and the despair that can haunt the shadows of the brightest days.
It's July of 1994, again, in this image. Typical hot humid summer day and gray sky in New Jersey, and I am testing out my driver's license - then about 7 months old - for my first ever trip to watch trains at Ridgefield Park. We hoped at Mark's suggestion to see some NYS&W trains there, but besides a few NS engines at rest, they were quiet. Conrail however put on a show on the River Line. At the end of the afternoon this train, led by SD40-2 6438, came to a stop right in front of us. The crew got in a van and left, and so we took the opportunity for this photo.
This image was made on slide film, and shows three 17-year-old kids having a good time.
Life today gets complicated, but shots like this make you remember a simpler time, and remind us all that everything changes. A good chunk of the passion behind the OC is remembering such times. Every time has its place.
And that is ok.
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