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Random Frame: my first fifteen minutes in Manhattan.

Shot with a disposable camera from the CVS just slightly out of frame.

Random Frame: my first fifteen minutes in Manhattan.

Shot with a disposable camera from the CVS just slightly out of frame.

Random Frame: South of Chicago

Shot with some disposable camera from CVS.

Random Frame: South of Chicago

Shot with some disposable camera from CVS.

See you soon, PNW!

See you soon, PNW!

Random Frame: NYC
Shot with whatever 800asa film CVS puts in their disposable cameras.
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I’m kinda a bad blogger, y’all. Each month I do these big photosets and writeups from the few days of the latest train adventure and then… nothing. Until next month’s, I guess. It’s dumb, it’s boring for you, so I’m changing that today.
This past New York trip I shot as much film as I did digital, and while I’m still holding onto the medium format film for something bigger you can now expect posts every day with a single, random frame from 35mm film I shoot. There will still be the big photosets and writeups where I ramble on about whatever, don’t worry, but this will just add a little extra fun stuff in between each trip.
I’m calling it Random Frame, because I’m unoriginal, but seriously if you have a better name I’m open to it. Enjoy!

Random Frame: NYC

Shot with whatever 800asa film CVS puts in their disposable cameras.

Wait what is this Random Frame thing?

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Smoke Stop: Harrisburg, Pennsylvania

The Pennsylvanian isn’t a long train by US train standards. At this point, I could do its nine hour ride standing on my head. But, I’ve written a lot about enjoying my time on trains and appreciating this (relatively) slow mode of travel, and I ain’t gonna waste the time of busy tumblr users like yourselves revisiting my slow travel soapbox. But even in these easy nine hours, smokers gotta smoke bro, which means I get to grab my camera, stretch my legs, and explore the station.

Having grown up on the east coast, I’ve been to Harrisburg a few times. It’s another rustbelt city, finding it’s way in the US’s post-manufacturing economy, and places like these ooze American pride. The station is a beautiful example of the opulence steel once had, with original ironwork and wooden accents everywhere. Hell, even the old Pennsylvania Rail Road train engines and cars are out on display, in all their Brunswick Green and Tuscan Red glory.

It, uh, should be noted that, in addition to being a fan of train travel, I’m starting to become a fan of the trains themselves.

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STOPS

New Orleans        San Francisco

San Antonio          Oakland

Austin                   Portland

Los Angeles          West Glacier

St. Louis                Philadelphia

Washington, D.C.   Whitefish

TRAINS

The Sunset Limited

The Coast Starlight

The Empire Builder

The City of New Orleans

The Cardinal

The Pennsylvanian

OTHER INTERNETS

More photos, and sneak peaks, on instagram.

Thoughts and other nonsense on twitter.

ABOUT THIS PROJECT

"JUST GET ON A TRAIN AND FIND THINGS."

That's all the planning I do.

Using Amtrak to travel around the western US, I started Railpass as a 15-day train trip to circle western America, explore new areas throughout the U.S., have surprising adventures, and document the experiences.

Taking only a few cameras, a bicycle, and a change of clothes, each stop on that route was a full day's worth of adventure. The train rides between destinations offered a chance to talk to other rail-travelers, recuperate, and (of course) blog here.

This blog started as a photo-journal of that trip, and continues to be updated with further adventures via train.

WHO MAKES THIS

My name is Brent Knepper.

I'm a freelance photographer from Chicago, IL. My first Amtrak trip happened when I skipped class in high school and took my bmx bike with me from rural Virginia to New York. My parents have since forgiven me.