I grew up looking at well lit, telephoto images of trains plying the scenery in magazines discarded from the library. I wanted get to there, for my photos to end up well-circulated and glossy. Instead, I ended up walking along the tracks, making images that looked nothing like what I saw in print. Most of the time, I wouldn’t see any trains and would shoot a few details along the way. When a train would appear, the only way to get a shot was to sprint off the right-of-way, head up a bank, and hope for a clear shot with a 50mm which had the ability of capturing too wide and not nearly enough all at the same time.