A Blog Along The Lincoln Highway

After dinner, the light gets beautiful as sunset approaches. This is the hour when all camera people get itchy. They want to shoot. It’s understandable.

We’re zipping along the Lincoln Highway, taking advantage of the lack of traffic (all the rubes are out on the interstate which is not a problem), and just east of Overton, Nebraska, I see the old Lincoln Highway bridge that Brian Butko has a picture of on page 157 of his Greetings From The Lincoln Highway book, but now it’s all white. I suggest we stop to grab a shot. Bob is OK with that. “The light is perfect.”

If we’re to believe the writing on the bridge, local boy scouts painted it white in 2005 as part of a community project. I’m sure it’s easier to spot now. It shows how close the old path of the highway was to the Union Pacific railroad tracks.

We don’t go far before Bob says he wants a nice foreground object to silhouette against the sunset. A grain silo maybe, anything tall enough to just into the sky. I see one of those classic weather vanes on a tower, and I pull beside the road. Bob and Glenn run into a nearby field and get the shot Bob wants, but the sky is just getting great, so we hang out there for a few more minutes, getting clouds and trains and highways. Beauty shots.

After the sun sets, the beautiful light lingers, and we go on to fulfill our reservations at the Holiday Inn Express beside I-80 in North Platte.