I awoke early Sunday, grabbed my camera, and headed out to capture images of early morning fog. I found a GREAT spot to take a picture of a train, coming around a corner, literally cutting through the fog as it approached my position. I had a great puddle of water, reflecting a bright yellow speed limit sign. I was so excited! Trish had commented, on another image of mine, that there needed to be a train in the fog to add interest. By golly Trish, you were going to get a train! So I was happy to wait the ten minutes for a train. And I was content to wait 20 minutes for a train. And I was 'ok' to wait the half hour, though I was getting chilly. At the half hour, a CSX truck, on the track, drove past me! That wasn't a nice image because I wanted a train! By the 45th minute I got a little irritated. Then I heard a whistle. I was so excited! I waited and waited and waited. I knew the whistle was coming from the west, just as I wanted. I got all set up- I focused the camera, I exhaled on the lens to add more fog (a tip I had just read) and I anchored myself so that I wouldn't be shaky with the tripod. The train? Yeah, so at that very moment I heard a train coming from the opposite direction! It wasn't coming from the direction with the corner and the yellow sign. Well, I had to turn around and snap a picture regardless. Not the image I wanted. Then I turned to catch the train going past my yellow sign; however, the wind from the train stirred up my puddle and eliminated my reflections. UGH! 45 minutes wasted! Funny ending?? The train heading from the west? It passed 2 seconds later but completely blocked out by the east bound train! So, Trish, that is my train story! I tried!