Jimbaux is walking away from things that he can't hide . . . or find . . . or something like that.
My e-mail backlog has grown large once again, and this situation will get worse before it gets better for two reasons that I do not yet care to mention but that probably will be revealed in time. I apologize to those of you who e-mailed me months ago and have not received a reply; I have not (necessarily) forgotten about your messages, but I have some time-sensitive things that need my attention, and health issues have eroded my ability to tend to them.
Here are pictures taken “today,” Wednesday 19 November 2014. These pictures are like many of my very recent pictures: quite tame. There is no “good” or “bad” that accompanies that description, but a significant reason for that tameness may be due to my once-again worsening back issues and how they in so many ways limit me, my actions and my thoughts, and the level of intensity in which I desire to live and have often lived my life. Another reason why the pictures may be tame is that taking pictures is, despite its increased difficulty, the best that I can do artistically in my current condition (especially since I can’t play music and do my radio show right now.)
I don’t much want to take pictures anymore like I did until two years ago, but, quite simply, it is my only outlet right now; so, despite the tame output, taking pictures is what I do now because it is all that I can do now, and, to my own surprise, more than I did a year ago when I was saying that I had gotten about as good as I was going to get at photography, an idea that the quality of my more recent pictures supports. If you are bothered by the seemingly reduced quality of pictures in the newer offerings on this site, there is hope, as, starting as early as January, I will be publishing more 2010 pictures, and, starting in July, I will be publishing 2005 pictures from when I went digital.
Speaking of 2005, this old Nebraska Central Railroad transfer caboose has probably been sitting on this track along Louisiana Avenue in Westwego since that time.
The Nebraska Central is a sister railroad – is owned by the same parent company – as the New Orleans & Gulf Coast Railway.
I don’t know what need NOGC had for this thing, as I have never seen it move. Whatever purpose it served probably ceased to exist before my arrival in New Orleans, but I suspect that it was used on the Peters Road spur in Harvey, which I have never seen served but which apparently was served until shortly before my arrival in New Orleans. Oh, timing!
I’m guessing this caboose had at one time been owned by the Missouri Pacific Railroad, but I do not know.
Right at this time, I heard horns at the nearby crossing, and I was surprised to see two UP locomotives at the crossing (since this is as far down the Gouldsboro Sub that UP operates anymore), and I raced to the crossing just in time to get this image of the power set working its way back toward Avondale.
Yeah, I’m not impressed either, and that is, sadly, the only action shot of the day.
It’s time to make that sentimental journey to Harvey; those who know me really well know that there is both an element of sarcasm and an element of sincerity to that statement. Whatever the case, here is one of the few railroad-owned cars that you’ll see on the NOGC.
CSXT or CEFX cars are occasionally spotted at what appears to be a concrete place. The beginning of the aforementioned Peters Road spur is shown in both of these images.
I guess that that MofW equipment is still there from the recent addition of new track.
Now, we take that sentimental journey to Gretna.
You are accustomed to seeing my pictures of action on the ex-SP track on 4th Street in Gretna, but now we are one street closer to the river on 3rd Street where we see the former Texas & Pacific Railway depot, and you can see where the track was in the middle of the street in the foreground.
I am told that passenger trains would originate at T&P’s depot on Annunciation Street in New Orleans, cross the river via ferry, and then stop here at Gretna before continuing on westward.
Now, let’s go to Gouldsboro Yard.
Damn that fence! More specifically, damn the need for that fence! Apparently, there are plenty of dirtbags who live near the yard, which should not be surprising, since there are plenty of human beings who live near the yard.
Oh, well; that’s all for now.
Jimbaux
