A Time-lapse Tour of the Green Line

December 10, 2013 by cynick | Posted in rail , saint-paul , timelapse

Over the last couple of years, as construction of the new LRT line progressed across St. Paul, I’d take every opportunity to ride my bike down the middle of the tracks. Once the concrete had been poured between the rails, it was the smoothest and most direct pathway back from Minneapolis – not to mention the safest!

Each time I did it, wheels turned in my mind about making a moving timelapse of the whole line. I wanted to do it after construction was finished and the wire was up, but – obviously! – before the trains started running.

But how would I do it?

For a time, I made moving timelapses of bike trails by clamping my Canon G9 to my handlebars, but, never satisfied with the results, I ceased doing them.

They always came out with a seasickness-inducing sway resulting from the the side-to-side movement my body makes as I pedal, not to mention an unacceptable number of blurry frames caused by the shutter firing at the same time as the bike hitting a bump in the road.

In the case of the LRT, I had the additional problem that the smooth concrete between the rails gives way to standard concrete ties in locations where there are crossover rails between the two main tracks, and on bridges. I certainly wouldn’t be biking over those segments.

Unless! Unless I were to somehow put my bike on the rails! In areas with a large amount of abandoned trackage – more common in the Northwest than anywhere else in the country – this is actually a hobby called ‘railbiking’.

Some people put their bike on one rail, and then somehow attach a gizmo that provides a rod and a flanged wheel that reaches over to the other rail. Others have built full-blown vehicles just for the rails – think of a handcar made with bike parts – and some even sell DIY kits to build your own.

For something I’d have very little use for since there are basically no opportunities for railbiking in these parts, I couldn’t really justify buying or building one. Renting one would have involved a pair of drives to Montana or someplace even farther out.

And then, as I imagined myself pedaling down the light rail line on such a device, it was hard also not to imagine ending up behind bars, or at the very least, getting a cordial recommendation to cease what I was doing.

No, I concluded that I would simply have to walk the line and photograph it by hand. I started looking at shoulder mounts and other such gadgets, but finally also concluded that if I wanted to obtain high quality, well-composed images, I’d really need to use my tripod.

That’s ultimately what I did.

Now, usually when I make a timelapse, no matter how much I’ve thought about how I want it to look, I tend to think of further visual ideas while I’m making it, which has led to inconsistent results, so, on Nov. 3 I did a partial trial run. The goal was to test various compositions, and to define some rules.

I photographed at both 24mm and 70mm. The 70mm shots were more dramatic – eg., the hills were more pronounced due to focal compression – but ultimately, those views didn’t show enough of the surrounding buildings. I also wasn’t happy with how the curves came out at either focal length.

The trial run gave me an idea of the amount of time I’d need: roughly nine hours, not including breaks, which, at this time of year, is roughly the total amount of daylight in a day.

I decided to acquire one piece of gear: the Eg-D focusing screen. It provides gridlines over the entire viewport, making it much easier to root the rails at the bottom of the frame.

Weather prevented me from going out again until Nov. 17th. Alas, I woke up late that morning, but, with a high overcast sky, and projected highs in the upper 40s, I decided I’d try anyway. I wanted to get it done before any permanent snow arrived.

Powered only by a cup of coffee and a waffle from the Black Dog, I started off a little after 10am in Lowertown, just a few feet in front of the doors to the line’s maintenance building.

To minimize the time setting up each frame, I lined the tripod head to be as level as possible, and left it that way. Composition was then done only by moving the back legs of the tripod. I also put the camera into aperture priority mode, at f8.

The basic rules were to set up a shot about every three slabs of concrete on straight segments, and every two slabs in curves, with adjustments to get a shot at the entrance and middle of each intersection.

I would also prefer that vehicles be depicted in whole, and not cut off, and I also tried to avoid getting people in the shot. Finally, I tried to make sure that an identifying sign for each station and cross street was clearly visible in at least one frame.

Around noon, when I had only arrived at Rice St., I realized that three slabs wasn’t going to be fast enough, so I upped my interval to four slabs. This gave the final video a pleasant effect of the appearance of slower travel in Downtown and on the curves and hill leading out of Downtown, and then a speed-up once up on the comparatively flat terrain of University Avenue.

I briefly considered slowing down and speeding up around each of the stations to further the illusion that the camera was actually on a moving train, but, I reasoned that the mental exertion that would be required to judge where to make those changes would be too much to juggle in view of the other rules, and consistency would have suffered.

Fewer than a handful of people interacted with me over the whole day. The first was a guy who pulled up in his car about a block from where I started, rolled down his window, and said, “Hey, what kind of lens is that?” “Canon 24 to 70, f 2 point 8” “What kinda camera is that?” “Canon Five D Mark Two” “Oh, that’s a nice camera!” “Yeah, I like it!” “What are you shooting?” “Well, the whole line actually. I’m walking from here to the Metrodome.”

I needed to make that statement out loud, because at the time, I wasn’t sure whether or not I’d actually be able to walk the entire eleven miles, especially in the rather stiff wind that was blowing.

His reply was wonderfully Minnesotan: “Oh! Well I better letcha go, den!”

The most useful interaction took place around 4:30, down along the University’s Transitway. The sun was going away, and it was starting to cool off. I was thinking about throwing in the towel about then, but a couple of college kids came biking up, and one of them said, “Hey, man! We went to Target like four hours ago, and saw you on the tracks! What are you doing?!”

I told them about the project, and that I’d started at 10am in Lowertown. They seemed to think it was pretty cool, if not a bit crazy, and frankly, it was their interest that made me decide to finish at the end of the line, rather than quit simply because the sun had gone down.

There were two pieces of uncertainty, however. The University had put fences up around the “pedestrian transit mall” they’ve built along Washington Ave., would those still be in the way? And secondly, I wasn’t sure I’d have the guts to walk over the Mississippi River bridge, which is very clearly not a place I’m supposed to be!

An hour later, it turned out that the fences were indeed still there, but I was able to move them enough to pull myself through, and, during the time I was “trespassing”, I don’t think a single person looked at me twice. Or once, for that matter.

When I got as far the pedestrian bridges at Northrop Mall, I decided to keep going over the river. Nobody was going to give a damn.

The final leg, up the embankment leading to the bridge over 35W, was the most difficult. This was due to the poured concrete giving way to standard concrete crossties, but, unlike the segment near the stadium, the ties were spaced in a way that was not convenient for my tripod. Composing each shot thus took much longer.

At the other side of the bridge, about seventy yards from the junction with the existing line, I captured a nicely blurred Blue Line train streaking by on its way toward Target Field. Thinking that that would be a good frame on which to end the video, I stopped there.

I had shot nearly 3000 frames in nearly nine hours; the longest interval between shots, according to the image timestamps, was less than four minutes.

Feeling that I’d passed a true endurance test, I headed off to the nearby Dunn Bros. for a well-deserved pastry and cup of hot coffee.

Moving Bridge

December 31, 2012 by cynick | Posted in timelapse

Another of my hobbies is documenting the range of motion of movable bridges. Examples of such bridges that exist today are limited mostly to railroads, but a few notable highway survivors, such as the Stillwater Lift Bridge, still trundle along.

Most of these movable bridges can be photographed in motion at any time, but sometimes a bridge moves just once in its entire lifetime.

Still rare to this country is the concept of building bridges in some safe place and then transporting entire completed spans to their eventual resting spot, so when I learned that the main span of the new Mississippi River bridge at Hastings, Minnesota would be built in a field, barged a mile downriver, and cabled up into place, I knew I had to be there.

I made several trips to Hastings over the summer to observe the progress on the span’s construction; this photo gallery dates to about a month prior to the installation:

Sadly, I dropped the ball and missed the move from land to barge. The event was not highly publicized, and the local authorities took steps to prevent people from getting a good look.

It sat in the river, off to the side of the main channel, for a couple more weeks, ostensibly to wait for the weather to cooperate, but finally it was announced that the installation would take place between the 22nd and 24th of September.

Other than that they had obtained a 72 hour window to close the river and the existing highway bridge at that point to perform the installation, I had no idea what to expect.

I arrived on Saturday morning at 11am. The bridge had already been floated down from up near the dam, where it had been berthed since being moved onto the barges.

I found a good spot near the bank next to a piece of laser-sighted survey equipment, set up my tripod, programmed my intervalometer for a 30 second interval, and got comfortable.

An only-in-Minnesota fair-like atmosphere persisted all day long. A lone vendor, a guy in a trailer selling hotdogs, mini-donuts, and coffee, did great business.

The vibe reminded me of a similar occasion back in 1995: the implosion of the Montgomery Wards tower. It was a Sunday morning, at dawn, in, as I recall, below zero temps, and there were hundreds of people out on the streets to watch it go down. I remember a car with Nebraska plates pulling up, and someone from within hollering, “What’re y’all doing out here??” They couldn’t possibly have understood. It was a Minnesota thing.

As the afternoon went on, very little appeared to happen. The span moved once in a while, but the movements were so small that they could only be detected by keeping completely still and comparing the relative distance between a piece of the existing bridge and a piece of the new one. It was a bit like trying to detect the moon’s movement with the naked eye.

Families posed in front of the police tape and had their picture taken with the bridge in the background. I heard more than one kid grumble about how boring it all was, but I thought that they would probably be grateful, twenty years down the line, to have a record that they had been there The Day the Bridge Went Up.

Others became upset and demanded action; from whom, I’m not sure. I helpfully reminded many people that this thing wasn’t going on for their entertainment (although there was a bit of a laser light show at the end when they were doing their final measurements prior to raising the span!)

Misinformation abounded. Some of it was purely ridiculous, but some was just plausibly true enough that I began to wonder whether it was the product of some mischievous rumormonger.

Instead I realized that it was the result of collective armchair engineering. People, given nothing to watch and nothing to do, and wary of the dreaded “uncomfortable silence” will conjure up all manner of bullshit speculation, which would then be passed along to the next person, becoming more and more distorted along the way.

The longer I sat there, the more people got the idea I was somehow involved with the project, and would come over to ask me questions. I was privy to a bit of true information, since from time to time an engineer would come by to check the equipment nearby and would volunteer a little about what was happening, but I certainly didn’t have anything close to a full picture. After telling people what I knew, I’d then engage in the same kind of speculative talk as the others.

Eventually, the same ideas were repeated and recycled, and nothing new was suggested or seen.

A old man came by and said, “Did you know they made it a few inches too short?” Without missing a beat, I retorted, “Did you know that’s the sixth time I’ve heard that joke this hour?” His wife laughed and laughed. He did not.

I finished the book I had started. The crowd began to thin. I stuck around, knowing that ultimately, the timelapse video would tell a much more interesting tale than realtime reality.

By late afternoon, as I started getting the shakes from full bladder, empty stomach, and rapidly dropping mercury, I thought about packing it in, but stayed transfixed at the scene. Leaving then would seem a bit like turning off the car radio in the middle of a favorite song after arriving somewhere. You don’t go into the house, you sit there like an idiot singing or head-bopping along with the song until it’s over.

But then, as the sun was going down, my information source said that they were now working on the rail system to slide the span from the barges to the bottom of the pylons, and that this was a 12 hour operation.

That sounded like a good time to go home and recharge. I used pennies to mark the location of my tripod legs, packed up my gear, and biked back to my car.

Not deterred in the least by the boredom, or the rumors that the bridge wouldn’t be raised until Monday, I was back at the same spot by 10am on Sunday. It took about ten minutes to locate the pennies, and I recreated the shot within a pixel or two.

This time I came a little more prepared. I brought some bread and hummus, the Sunday NYT crossword, and more layers of clothing.

I sat there all day, going in and out of consciousness, meditating on a single leaf fragment on the ground, and listening for the clicks of my shutter.

Once again, by late afternoon, I was feeling the constraints of my bladder, but I didn’t feel like trusting my equipment to the crowd enough to steal away for a few minutes.

And then I was saved! My building’s caretaker, Mike, a longtime Hastings resident, happened by. I chatted with him for a while, and then asked if he’d watch my stuff for a few minutes.

I could barely walk, but I made it the hundred yards to the port-o-john, and came back seemingly pounds lighter.

The highlight of the day had been the painstaking move of the span off the barges to its place between the pylons, again, barely perceptible to the naked eye. In comparison, the work to hook the cables to the bridge went by in a flash.

But then nothing happened for hours. The talk was that raising the span was a five hour operation that would be completed by morning.

Now I had a choice to make. Surely, if I were to go home, and come back again, the span would be up, and I would have essentially wasted the whole weekend.

I decided to stay at least until I saw the bridge moving upward. An elderly gentleman took up a spot beside me, and we kept each other awake into the evening by noting every small thing that was happening, and postulating that after each thing that the bridge’s moving just had to be imminent.

At 9pm, he gave up and went home.

Another guy, who had his tripod set up nearby, came over to chat. We talked about all manner of topics for a few hours, which made the time go faster, but he, too, gave up. By then the temperature had dropped into the high 40s.

I was losing hope, and starting to entertain the idea of packing up, when lo! around midnight the bridge made its first tentative jerk skyward!

Reinvigorated, I decided to stay. But would I be able to last another five hours? Would my camera’s batteries?

As it turned out, the relative lack of wind made it possible to raise the bridge faster than had been thought, and it was completely in place by 3am. Orion had just come up over the bridge, surely symbolic of something, but of what I don’t know.

The camera’s batteries had gotten down to 15%, (a great test of the power consumption of my camera!), and after sitting there for 17 hours, with no food or drink over the previous twelve, my own personal batteries were somewhere south of that!

As I packed up, and made my slow, cold, stiff ride back to the car, I thought I had really achieved something, and I think the timelapse video bears that out. I’m currently looking into possibly getting it used as filler on public television, but until then, here’s an animated gif that contains the money shots:

Durango and Silverton Timelapse

May 25, 2010 by cynick | Posted in rail , timelapse

I made this moving timelapse on the return trip to Durango from Cascade Canyon by mounting my trusty Cullmann clamp to a grab iron, and mounting my G9 onto the clamp.

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