At the office:
Co-worker: There’s a train expo at the Anaheim Convention Center this weekend. You should go take pictures.
Me: Isn’t that for babies and Jay [our co-worker, whom I’ve apparently called a baby]?
Co-worker: The ad says that there will be trains of all sizes, so who knows? Maybe you can find something neat to photograph.
Me: Meh. We’ll see. I think there’s a Golden Girls marathon on or something.
At the miniature train expo:
Me: OH. EM. GEE. This is awesome! I’m glad [co-worker] told me about this.
Me, later: I should probably devote my whole life to model trains now and also give model train salesmen all of my money and also become a train conductor.
So yeah, I went to the model train expo. It was really something to see. I took loads of pictures, but to save you from boredom I’ve only shared a small number below. Next time it’s in town, I order you to visit the show. Yes, all of you.
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This next set was incredible. The storm cloud at the top of the shot would make thunder sounds and light up with blue “lightning,” and then a working tornado would come down and roll through town.
My obligatory self-portrait.
This is an actual, working ski lift. The people were probably about 1/2″ in height.
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This particular layout was pretty amazing, with tons of small details hidden everywhere. The church had a wedding and a funeral taking place; you can just make out the horse-drawn hearse behind the church. Note the wedding photographer’s working camera flash.
This little eagle is about half the size of a grain of rice. I took dozens of photos trying to get it in focus, but just quite couldn’t get it.
Here’s a longer shot of the eagle overlooking a passing train.
For scale, here’s a shot of the eagle next to my brother. These trains and sets were tiiiiiiiiiiny!
And to close, my favorite shot. I’m not so sure about the wisdom of putting a train so close to a downtown area and soccer field, but I guess if a few crushed soccer balls is the price you pay for aesthetics, so be it.
Thanks for um…chugging on by…or something, I guess.