(Photograph copyright 2011 by Dan Routh)
Covered bridge near Woodstock, Vermont.
Commercial, Advertising and Editorial Photography. Greensboro, North Carolina

My wife and I traveled to New Hampshire last week. We decided to go by train, partly because of cost and partly because we thought it would be a change, an adventure, a journey. We found that travel by train isn’t so bad. It’s slower than flying but surely less hassle, takes about the same time as driving without the stress of actually operating a car for hours and it gave us a glimpse at how people used to travel. You can get up out of your seat and walk around, and there is a cafe car that serves reasonably priced, fairly good food (The days of fine china and linen are gone, but hey, you can’t have everything.). We went from Greensboro to Boston and back in four legs. All four legs were comfortable, but our first, from Greensboro to New York was our favorite. We road the Amtrak Crescent which runs daily between New Orleans and New York, and is the modern version of the old Southern Crescent, a classic train from the 60’s. For some reason, the cars on the Crescent are more comfortable, even in coach. The seats have foot rests and leg supports unlike the more airplane-like seats in the other trains, and it’s easier to rest or sleep (sleep is important when your train leaves at 4AM). The Crescent also has a crew from New Orleans, and they are so, so nice. While we found all the Amtrak personnel to be amiable, the Crescent crew had a certain hospitality that you would expect from New Orleans. We’ll probably travel by rail again and next time may try a sleeper. And yes, conductors still say “ALL ABOARD”.





A great lady, Patriciana Bowman from New Orleans, LA.


One thing that becomes apparent when you travel by train is that you will see some areas of the country and details, especially in the cities, that you don’t see from other forms of travel.
(photograph copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)
My son Tristan is at home this week to take care of the animals, so my wife Dedra and I are off tomorrow morning to New Hampshire to visit our younger son Devin in Hanover. We catch the Amtrak train at 4:00 AM from Greensboro to Boston, about a 15 hour trip. Why the train? Why not? We’ve never done it before, so it’s sort of an adventure, a real journey. A chance to see the whole East Coast from a different perspective. My blog posting may be a little sporadic this week, but I plan on trying to keep up. Hopefully I will come back with some interesting images. No, the guy in the photograph isn’t me, and I do hope our train car is in a little better shape.
(image copyright 2009 by Dan Routh)
It’s supposed to be really cold here the next few days and with the sucking sound in the local economy, right now it’s pretty dreary, so today’s image is from my film archive of places where I’d really like to be. Robin Hood’s Bay is on the coast of Yorkshire, east of York and between Scarbourgh and Whitby. It is sort of a storybook fishing village not overrun by tourists and perches on bluffs that run down to the sea. It’s cool and damp because it’s on the North Sea, but cool and damp in Robin Hood’s Bay is different than frigid in Greensboro. Some fresh fish and chips and a pint of bitter and I’m good to go.

I live in Randolph County, North Carolina which is home to the Seagrove area. Near Seagrove may be one of the largest concentrations of potters anywhere. This pottery heritage goes back to the 18th century. One of the oldest and best known of the traditional potteries is Jugtown. Above, Vernon Owens of Jugtown works on an earthenware jug. Everything he produces is one at a time, by hand.
For more info go to: http://www.jugtownware.com/
(image copyright 2008 by Dan Routh)
I’m double posting this weekend because I’m supposed to be on location all week, if the weather cooperates. One of the locations will be a local Randolph County landmark, Caudle’s Mountain. Located south of Greensboro, Caudle’s is a small mountain near Deep River that has been home to the Caudle family and their dairy farm for nearly a hundred years. When I was a small boy, my family bought fertilizer from it’s owner and picked apples from the orchard that used to be on top. It is a beautiful place, the closest thing to being in the mountains in piedmont North Carolina. Over the years, the members of the family that ran the farm have died and the dairy is no longer in operation. All of us in the community have wondered what will become of it and wether it will stay a farm or fall under the developer’s control. Fortunately, I recently found out that a neighbor has puchased the top of the mountain with plans to put a vineyard there and then place the land with the Piedmont Land Conservancy, where it will be preserved.