Today is Saturday 3 August 2019, 10 years to the day after I got an image of a Canadian Pacific Railway potash train crossing the Thompson River at Lytton, British Columbia.
I got a large set of images of trains on the Abbeville Branch and on the BNSF Railway mainline at Berwick night before last, and I feel like my time in New Orleans and the entire metro area is coming to an end.
I feel like I should not fight it anymore.
Here is a westbound BNSF Railway train descending the western approach of the Huey P. Long Bridge.
That is a big cut of what looks like a couple dozen Canadian National Railway boxcars, I guess from nearby paper mills, near the front.
Yeah, this just doesn’t do much for me anymore.
I cross the river.
I pick up some food at the Jade Buddha place that was frequently patronized by me during my time in Old Jefferson.
This scene below was once a common one for me.
I am just burned out. I am over it. I would be over it if it were anywhere else of comparable size too. I can’t take it anymore.
I head back west tomorrow. Hopefully, I will get some decent shots along the way.
That’s all for now.
Jbx
