Visions of New England Trains
SLIDE SHOW: Train Photos with Pinhole Camera by Brandon Dole
I’ve carried two clear memories of trains with me from the years I spent growing up in Walpole, New Hampshire. In one of them, I’m 12 years old, crouched along a gravel embankment with a couple of boys from North Walpole, waiting for a northbound freight to come over the Bellows Falls trestle and flatten smooth a penny that we’ve laid on a track above us.
What we’re doing feels illicit, dangerous, charges the air. The train explodes across the trestle; the engine thunders; the wheels screech, metal grinding metal–the penny will end up thin and shiny and hot to the touch. But what I remember is the machinery–awesome and more terrifying than anything I’d ever seen so close.
In the second memory, 10 years later, it’s November, nighttime. My hometown girlfriend and I have broken up, and I’ve driven her across the Connecticut River to catch the Amtrak Montrealer out of the little station at Bellows Falls. On my way back home, still not believing it could really be over, I hear the long train whistle over on the Vermont side, at Westminster. I glance across the black water and see the lights of the passenger cars streaming southward through the darkness, and then disappearing. And I suddenly know, with aching certainty: It’s over.
What interests me now is how clear and utterly different those two memories are–and how varied are the places that trains can hold in the imagination. For everyone from blues singers to model-railroad builders, trains have always meant something deeper than transportation. Editors at Trains magazine estimate that 175,000 “railfans” across the country today stalk and photograph and collect trains, the way serious birders do birds. There are some 24,000 railfan videos on YouTube.
Among railroad buffs, no one has captured what trains have meant to the Northeastern landscape better than Jim Shaughnessy. I’ve been looking at The Call of Trains, a recently published showcase of Shaughnessy’s photographs from the 1940s through the mid-1980s (text by Jeff Brouws; W.W. Norton, $65). His work documents the end of the steam era and the emergence of diesel, primarily in New England and upstate New York. To call them train photos doesn’t do them justice. By including station masters and freight yards, passenger depots, rusting bridges, lonely farmland, and gritty downtown crossings, Shaughnessy–unlike photographers before him–puts trains in their place. His artful black-and-white images capture not only moments along the rails, but an emotional sense of fading landscape and industry.
I’m tempted to say that the book’s subject makes for wonderful nostalgia. The classic steam engines recall rail’s golden heyday, and the sleek, shiny diesels appear as harbingers of a modern future: wistful notions, as the rail industry in this region has been in decline for decades. To pick just a couple of examples, only 2 percent of the freight traveling through Connecticut today moves by train, according to one 2002 study; the once-bustling White River Junction, Vermont, depot, near where I live now, sees just one Amtrak passenger train each way per day, and its freight yard is so quiet that it’s no longer even staffed.
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