When the sun goes down, there is a certain thrill about the shot. Sitting trackside at night, the stillness all around with a heavy fog beginning to set, there is the lone railfan waiting for the "moment." Out of the night, the distant sound of a horn cuts the stillness, and tired eyes become wide awake. As they eyes survey the dark, they spot something glimmering in the distance. Chaos ensues locally as in that moment of ecstasy, the lone railfan begins to try and set up, trying to figure out what to do. Soon, the sky is filled with a bright light, so bright that the dense fog, isn't so dense anymore, and that can only mean one thing to a railfan: Something is coming...
