I grew up in Mallets Bay, so Vermont feels like going home for me. I have friends in Alburg, and my wife and I got married in Brandon. I owe so many people pictures, it may take a while but I'll find it and post it. If memory serves me well this picture was taken near Huntington, [link] we were coming home to Montreal from camping in Brandon State Park.
I have some pics from the West Swanton area that are going to be easier to find, they're already digital, I'll put a few of those up. The Richmond pics are film and are stored in boxes in the attic, they'd be circa 1990-91 or so. There are also some from Essex Junction and I just remembered I have some later digital ones of Streamliners from Saint Albans where I almost had my camera seized.
In a nutshell the cars were parked in a fenced yard next to a secured parking lot, and this was shortly post-911. The security guard came out and hailed thinking I was taking pictures of the parking lot. Three other men showed up and were a little threatening (I'm 6'3" and some might say scary looking, but they managed to make me feel uncomfortable). Thankfully I was carrying a DSLR and was able to show them the images I'd taken; they let me go but they did get my name and address from my drivers license. In hindsight I should have insisted to see some ID from them before showing mine, or insisting that the police file a report since I was on public property, but by then they had managed to move our discussion to the front steps of the guardhouse. I never figured out what they were so protective of, it just looked like a normal parking lot to me and I wouldn't have given it a second glance otherwise, but I've often wondered since. It did inspire the opening scene in "The Kentauride," although I situated it in upstate New York, so something positive did come out of it.
The Richmond pics are film and are stored in boxes in the attic, they'd be circa 1990-91 or so. There are also some from Essex Junction and I just remembered I have some later digital ones of Streamliners from Saint Albans where I almost had my camera seized.
I never figured out what they were so protective of, it just looked like a normal parking lot to me and I wouldn't have given it a second glance otherwise, but I've often wondered since. It did inspire the opening scene in "The Kentauride," although I situated it in upstate New York, so something positive did come out of it.