THE VANISHING POINT – Marilyn Armstrong

A Photo a Week Challenge: Vanishing Point

It’s that point in the distance where the road, river, valley, or bridge comes together. It’s the natural end of a parallel set of lines.

Photo: Garry Armstrong – The last of autumn in early November
Curves also have a vanishing point
Down our snowy road – Photo: Garry Armstrong
Worcester-Providence Railroad
Take a walk along the river


Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Any Tracks and Trains

I have very few train or track pictures. There’s a perfectly good reason for this.

We don’t have trains. We have tracks, but they are fenced off from the public by tall fences topped with barbed wire. What used to be the Uxbridge train station is now a real estate office.

Our downtown railroad trestle. No problem identifying which train runs through town.
You can’t really see the tracks. Maybe that’s why you need a warning?
Tracks across from the Unitarian church in Grafton

The train goes through here once a week, but it doesn’t stop. It used to stop as recently as the early 1960s. Apparently (I’m told) we also had local buses. We have neither in 2016.

Cee's Black & White Photo Challenge Badge

Abandoned Along the Tracks

Along the tracks of the Grafton-Upton line, you can see one of the huge abandoned factories that was part of the Blackstone Valley industrial corridor. No road goes to it, only train tracks pass it on their short, slow jog from Grafton, to Upton, then Hopedale and back again … a trip of perhaps 25 miles in total. The tracks are old and in poor condition, so the trip goes slowly. Maximum travel speed? 10 miles per hour and most of it is taken at even slower speeds. Much of America’s train tracks are as bad or worse. Try planning a long Amtrak trip cross-country. You’ll find you have to detrain in many places and take buses, connecting further down the line where the tracks are usable. It’s the disappearing railroad blues and not just for the City of New Orleans.

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Leaving the Yard — Owen Kraus

Leaving the yard, the long curve of the tracks ahead, then out into the countryside. Traveling by train through the Blackstone Valley, a rare view, almost forgotten.