Official version, above. Serious style! Thought you might like to see what else went on when I slipped the stripey wonderfulness onto the 3 year old with the freshly trimmed bangs. Sister Lulu had come over for pancakes. For the bazillionth time, she was drafted into helping with reflector/diffuser duties. Sister knows how to throw some shade, on demand.
We'd been shooting for 10 minutes in increasingly sticky weather by the tracks at the end of the street when we heard the toooooooot toooot of the vintage trolley approaching--do you see it in the upper left? Our model got a little excited. She's been wanting to ride the "choochoo".
A split second later, completely unplanned, barefoot and with camera in tow, we're trolley passengers. We're breezing through the wetlands it crosses, spying egrets, and nesting osprey with their babies, enroute to the ShorelineTrolley Museum. My neighborhood adds the local color for tourists We didn't let them down when we boarded, unfolded reflector flopping with us.
Wicker seats! People used to ride with civility. The wool sweater was a little warm..but so dapper.
The trolley makes a stop at the car barn out in the woods. Visitors see the old subway cars and trolleys under restoration, and learn commuter train history. We skipped that part while our sweater model put on her sparkly sandals and played house in a vintage trolley stop shelter.
Waiting for the whistle to all on board again.We rode back to our street. It's the turnaround spot for the trolley. As we headed home, the trolley went the opposite way. Not that you could tell without a caption. I just couldn't post this one without adding arrows--so ominous!