Trains, Trains & More Trains
For enthusiast that love all trains, I wanted to share a collection of photographs I have taken over the years of all kinds of Big Boy’s and model trains, while traveling across America and attending and participating in model railroad events & shows.
Trains these days in America is mostly for freight, passenger transportation is no longer essential to moving people around, as it is in other countries. There are only eight major running railroads left in the U.S., and about 700 railroads that operate common carrier freight service. There are about 150,000 miles (240,000 km) of railroad track in the U.S., nearly all are standard gauge, 4 ft. 8 ½ in (1,435 mm). The longest railroad tunnel in the U.S. is the Cascade Tunnel in the State of Washington, and it is 7.8 miles long.
However, American’s of all ages, from children to adults to the matured adult are still enthusiast, satisfying their desire for this transportation through model trains. America has embraced this hobby and has networked across the nation. The modelers support each other with historical and design knowledge, materials and supplies. They then share their garden and interior trains, and creative and artistic layout designs with each other at events and shows, magazines, museums & botanical gardens located throughout America.
I have had the opportunity to be up close and intimate with both the Big Boy’s and with the model trains community. I am sharing below a collection of photographs I have taken over the years, for both Big and model trains in America and Canada. This page is just for the entertainment of doing it!
This poem was published in Robert Louis Stevenson’s 1885 volume of poetry for children, A Child’s Garden of Verses, a couple of years after he’d had a runaway bestseller with Treasure Island.
‘From a Railway Carriage’ is a masterly piece of verse, using its lively rhythm to evoke the movement of a train.
Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river;
Each a glimpse and gone forever!