Fourth in a series of trips to New Boston with the camera to catch barges, stars and bugs.
Once this guy passed New Boston I hopped in the truck and drove to Keithsburg for the opportunity to experiment with the camera once again. In college I knew a unstable student named Jamie who seemed to have an unhealthy attachment to trains. When they would speed through town not far from the dormitories, he would race out and chase them. Gee, I hope I'm not turning into Jamie. First off, I can't race anywhere anymore. And chasing barges seems a somewhat futile endeavor. By the way, Jamie was killed by one of his trains after he got too close to one, and, well, that was the end of his fixation with them.
And then it was gone, again, in that dark, almost silent, watery highway.
I will post more photos from this fun picture-taking opportunity in a few days.