Pardon me while I self-deprecate here, as no one else was around for this crowning achievement. Even as I write here, I'm licking my now-six-year old wounds but ready to tell my story.....and hear yours!!
Perhaps you fell backwards into a brook trying for that perfect shot. Or said "Look at that nice old Alco!" as the GP9 went by. I'm blaming my gaff on learning a new track section in a less-than-familiar town. The subject depot also happened to have been in Trains magazine within the past couple years, and yes, it did smart a bit when I recognized the location as Exeter, New Hampshire. Didn't need the caption!
I have a daughter, who much to my liking, moved within a short distance of the afore mentioned. I found the depot to be a great spot to work, read emails and wait for whatever may roll by. As we all know, if an aspect signal is green, something it bound to be happening. My experience in these sparsely-run northern New England states tells me that 15 -30 minutes is a good bet.
Upon jockeying for position after the evening commute when spaces are few, I was happy to observe that tell-tale green lamp, even as the waving bushes partially obscured my distant view. Thus begins "the wait". We've all been-there, done-that.
Fifteen minutes, now 30 minutes. Nothing. "Patience, Robert", you will be rewarded. Now 45 minutes and supper will be waiting.....ugh. Still nothing. I mope away from the depot and head for home, but am duty-bound, for future reference, to determine the location of that signal. Here is the take-away from my little evening adventure:
The bushes are still waving and the ATM is open!!!!!
Cheers!!