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Amtraking from Minnesota: Riding That Train, Shooting Some Frames
- Bob Benenson
- Sep 23
- 2 min read
Or Why Photographers Call Dibs on the Window Seat
While I publish a lot of the photographs that I take, observant readers might notice that nearly all of them were taken in or very near Chicago. The not very surprising reason is that I very rarely travel. I love being in this awesome city, my Local Food Forum and Naturally Chicago work is pretty unrelenting, and as the self-described king of non-lucrative niche careers, it's not like we have disposable income burning holes in our pockets.
But the Farm Aid Festival, which took place this past weekend in Minneapolis, was an exception. I got there and back on Amtrak and found it to be a pleasant trip. And on the way home Sunday, I captured some scenery that I decided was worth sharing.
Normally I'd organize a photo essay such as this in chronological order, but when you see the first pictures, I hope you'll see why I decided to go out of sequence.
After we crossed the Illinois border into Chicago's far northern suburbs, I noticed the setting sun trying to break through some heavy clouds that, from the wet roads, obviously had produced some rain.
And as dusk deepened, the colors just exploded.
Pretty, huh?
Now let's go back to the start, after leaving the Amtrak station in St. Paul, and take a virtual ride down (and across) the Mississippi River, past southern Minnesota hills, through a field of gold in Wisconsin, and then a glimpse of a couple of entertainment venues in Milwaukee.
