While we are not ones for taking off as the whim strikes (something about cats needing to be fed, kid in school, jobs, etc), going to see Billy Connolly mid-week had to be done.
My dearabsolutely loves him, and both and I enjoy his work as well. We had a feeling that this tour might his last, so what started out as a surprise for my spouse became an event.
It’s been decades since I’ve been on a train, and while things have not changed that much rail-wise, it turns out I’ve changed a fair bit attention-wise as much as the mortgage comparison team changed.
All I recalled of rail travel in the past was the clickety-clack of the wheels and the swaying of the car. This time around there was the constant whoosh of the HVAC, the clickety-clack of the wheels, the swaying and the jerking and bouncing of the car.
I think over the years the speed of the trains has increased, and as a result every imperfection of the track is transmitted to the passengers. Not horrible, but a little disconcerting at times.
But I also found myself looking out the window, trying to grasp things as they flew by. Wait, was that a river? Oh look at that building! Deer! Wait, what? “Surprise Store” on top of a dilapidated building?
While I was able to get a few snaps on the trip, I now want to get three cameras on go on another train ride. Two GoPros recording at 120fps, one set to wide view, the other to narrow, and mounted to the window. The third camera would be my DSLR, or my wife’s mirrorless, to shoot things that catch my eye.
Afterwards, sit down and create a photo book, and/or video of the trip.
Maybe even do the same run four times over the course of the year to get the different seasons.