Photography and random writings from some crazy Cajun with a camera!

[Jimbaux just needs time.] The only time that I have yet descended upon the railroad junction of Meridian, Mississippi, for the annual Railroad Festival there held by the Meridian Railroad Museum was in November 2007, and that’s not even true, because professional obligations meant that, despite my desires, I did not arrive there until Saturday […]

[Jimbaux is a shadow of a soul.] October Surprise Although I’ve posted some “one-off” pictures on the Facebook fan page since then, this is the first time in nearly two months that I offer new (not “five years ago”) pictures here on the site itself.  The last post with new content was on the eve […]

[Jimbaux keeps learning that people are strange when you’re a stranger.] Actually, people can be disturbingly stupid and irrational and angry.  Wow.  Have you ever experienced something that made your already shaky faith in humanity take a nosedive?  Please don’t assume so much! Nearly a year-and-a-half ago, my father wrote this to me as we […]

[Girl, you say you just want Jimbaux to take you for a drive.] With You, I Can See A Traffic Jam . . . Straight Up Ahead Ah, classic Jimi Hendrix!  What do you think of Hendrix?  What do you think of tomatoes?  What do you think of cats?  What do you think of Senatobia, […]

[And Jimbaux wonders, still he wonders, who’ll stop the rain . . . ] Long As I Remember . . . I need to post something here so that y’all won’t think I died or gave up or something, but it feels like both have been true lately. Here are some pictures taken on Friday […]

[Jimbaux has learned that everything changes.] We could just as easily say black and green in the headline, as you will soon see. If I Could Turn Back The Years, You Could . . . So, just like we did 15 days ago, we go back to the summer of 2007, and we have a […]

[Jimbaux wants you to open up your eyes to the beauty that is right in front of you, and maybe point your lens toward it too!] The More Things Change . . . Here are some pictures that I just reworked this morning (five years to the day after I took them) accompanied by some […]

[Jimbaux is tired of how so many people like him walk on eggshells all day long, all I know is that all I want is to feel like I’m not stepped on.] A Miniature Rock Star? And Then It’s All Gone A flustering week it has been.  As you might know, I’m accustomed to dealing […]

[Jimbaux wants you to think about it, think about it.] Were You There When They Crucified My Lord? I apologize for the fact that the inverted text (white text on black background) makes reading long posts here difficult on your retinas.  Jimbaux’s Journal exists foremost for the presentation of my photographs, hence the black background, […]

[Jimbaux understands that you don’t understand.] We’ve got a few pictures for you from the Friday afternoon drive from Bayouland to Woadieville of June 8, including a couple of similar shots of The Chip Local in the rain, but let’s get a few things out of the way first after some back-channel communication that’s gotten […]

[Jimbaux is experiencing a train of consequences.] This Needs To End Actually, I’m as sick of typing these long blog posts on the subject of threats to photography as you are of reading them.  I finally told the January story of Reed St. Pierre’s judgments, lies, and threats, and the story of the police encounter […]

[Jimbaux sees your ignorance and senses your fear and can’t wait to burn it down.] The Cycle Repeated Another case of a threat to photography, and, therefore, a threat to freedom of information, something far more important that photography, this is really a case of not only ignorance and fear, but also threats to information […]

[Jimbaux has had too much of a good thing.] Too Much Of A Good Thing Brace Yourselves For A Long And Wild Foamy and Photographic Ride Holy mother of GP40s and interchange trains, do we have a ridiculously long and profligate Sunday Sermon today!  You’d better make a trip to the toilet before you get […]

Creatures of the swamp rise as does the sun at Chacahoula.  The warm haze envelops the Cajuns starting their day, or, more often, passing through this travel junction of a hamlet, rolling fastly down the highways, and perhaps even stopping for fuel and breakfast at Wilson’s, the only retail establishment in this small village on […]

[Jimbaux knows that every mother’s son . . . better hear what he says.] I’m sure that many of the audience of Southerners out there will appreciate both the subject of the photos as well as today’s song. Did y’all participate in your corporate-dictated and society-dictated appreciation of your mother on the particular Sunday of […]

[Jimbaux insists rather strongly that you put your lights on.] A Public Service Announcement from Jimbaux Warning: This Post Contains Intense Proselytizing Some of you may have come to think of Jimbaux as being too preachy (and, perhaps, the “too” in front of “preachy” is unnecessary, since perhaps the word “preachy” already implies excessiveness) because […]

[Jimbaux no longer is the thorn within.] I Am The Guilty? Greetings, dearest parishoners, and gather ’round for today’s Sunday sermon, posted nearly a week late, but, no matter, no guilt for that, as guilt is the message for today’s sermon, or, rather, the toxicity therein. A month ago as I was heading north on […]

[Jimbaux knows there’s a pain that sleeps inside, sleeps with just one eye, and awakens the moment that you leave . . . ] Disappear Dammit!  Son of a biscuit!  Where is that eastern Great Plains and upper MidWest trip report?  I’m sorry to everyone out there in Jimbauxland, but I’m only human, and can’t […]

[Jimbaux is breaking his own vows, knowing he’ll go down in flames.] When No One Can Hear Me . . . What’s good, lil peeps?  How are y’all Jimbauxlings doing?  I’ve got four days worth of bayouland pictures for y’all this time; I hope that you enjoy! Monday, A Bad Start To The Week . […]

[Jimbaux is of wolf and man.] Off Through The New Day’s Mist I Run . . . Scary, isn’t it?  Only as I’m sitting down to make this post do I realize that this is the second time in less than a year (the other time being in September) that I photograph a train on […]

[Jimbaux makes some paper wings and learns to fly.] I’m Sick Of It All Thanks for the feedback on the cloudy Saturday pictures, including of the Chip Local, some of my best pictures in a long time.  I got out on Sunday, and you’ll see the pictures below, but only then did I realize, “oh, […]

[Even when Jimbaux loses, he knows how to win.] Some stupid sickness has overcome me, a sickness that I strongly suspect that I caught at a certain disease incubator that if I had any courage I’d never enter again, but, oh, well. About midday today, I couldn’t take the isolation anymore.  So, I liberated myself […]

[Trying to stay sober, Jimbaux feels like he’s dying.] Yeah, here I go again making a post with pictures on the day I took them.  Happy Mardi Gras.  You’d think that today is Sunday, but since I just drove from Bayouland to Woadieville this evening, it does feel like Sunday.  Here’s what I did right […]

[Jimbaux will always love you.] Whatever.  No, I’m not a pop fan, but the poor girl died yesterday; so, I thought the song was appropriate.  Oh, and I do love all of you too! Circuit Preaching Today’s Sunday Sermon is brief and somewhat unscheduled, the former being a good thing and the latter being something […]

[Jimbaux is not making a shameful metaphor.] Hey!  How’s everybody doing?  It seems like it’s been a really long time since the last post, but it’s only been a few days.  I’ve just been so crazy busy.  I need to report now that we have had yet another threat to legal photography from public property […]

[Jimbaux will . . . .  fly away again.] Man, do I really miss Monterrey. This has been fun, and I do appreciate all the posted comments and the private e-mails (few of which I have yet had time to which to make replies), but I’m glad that this series is coming to an end.  […]

[Jimbaux just needed to realign.] Actually, there were five northbounds at Ramos Arizpe, but due to crappy local batteries I was using, my camera chocked on one of them, but we’ve got a little ways before we get to those pictures. Drowning In A Self-Induced Confusion (You’re not listening to today’s song?  I mentioned the […]

[Find out what it means to Jimbaux; he doesn’t know who you are.] This is another short one, but it does have more railroad stuff in it than yesterday’s post.  You can see that it was cloudy here on 3 January 2007 also. This is one of the newer neighborhoods in Monterrey with houses still […]

[Jimbaux wants to break away.] Día del Año Nuevo ¡Feliz Año Nuevo!  How are you doing?  Did you enjoy your societally-obligated participation in staying up past midnight?  In the wee hours of 2007, I did, even though I was ready to get up early when the sun rose to foam.  It’s funny that for the […]

[Jimbaux is beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young.] I hope (maybe “high hopes,” if you’re listening to the song) that you are continuing to enjoy this foray into Mexico from December 2006.  The below pictures in this post, taken the day after I shot some railroad action in Monterrey […]

[Jimbaux rots away, lives again, here forever, the spiral never ends.] I had both the time and the opportunity in late 2006 and early 2007 to return to Mexico – specifically the large city of Monterrey and its surroundings – for the first time since my time there going to school in the summer of […]

[Jimbaux wishes you comfort and joy.] Merry Christmas from Jimbaux, and thanks to everyone who read, commented, and wrote to me privately about the post with pictures the day that Rie died.  I’ll post the pictures of the day she was laid to rest later, a beautiful day indeed, and good remembrance for this time […]

[Jimbaux knows that denial isn’t the way to forgiveness.] Running Extra Whew!  You’re not the only one relieved that we’ve gotten that “NOGC Terrorism” stuff largely behind us!  I’ll have bits and pieces more to say about it in the future, especially as some new fascinating nuggets of truth have just hit my inbox in […]

[There Jimbaux is, up on the stage (and truck, too.)] Yes, Aaron Lewis really does that song justice, doesn’t he? The Same, But Different What’s up, my dearest Jimbauxlings?  How are y’all doing?  I’ve got a trio of pictures from a vantage I’ve never shown here before of street-running on the New Orleans & Gulf […]

[Somehow Jimbaux found a way to get lost in you.] I’m Nothing Without You? Like I said last time, the 29th, with the large number of pictures that I presented of that day, was our last full day on Rich Mountain in October 2006, five years ago today.  We made our way back home to […]

[Jimbaux is looking for changes . . . . to better his ways . . . . ] Yes, more from Godsmack’s Faceless album of 2003. Revisiting This section of the essay was not part of the original essay. We start before dawn at the Heavener yard office. Here comes a northbound train entering the […]

[Jimbaux still hasn’t found what he’s looking for  . . . ] Or Has He? It’s Wednesday, and you know what that means: action on the Norfolk Southern.  In this case, these pictures were taken Wednesday 5 October 2011. This is the beginning of NS’s branch to Chalmette and points beyond, particularly Braithwaite, downriver from […]

[Jimbaux is haunted by your apathy.] I Don’t Want This Here are some train pictures for you from Monday 3 October. Can apathy sometimes be a virtue?  I didn’t much care when I took these pictures, and I don’t much care now, but for some different reasons. Do you care?  Should you care?  Do I […]

[If it keeps on raining . . . . . ] My pain is your gain (well, maybe not.)  I’ve succumbed to some sort of illness and am stuck inside; the good news is that I’m addressing the backlog of content to put here on Jimbaux’s Journal!  Can you believe that we’re more than halfway […]

[Jimbaux enjoyed a day without rain.] Here are some pictures taken on 1 October 2006 as my pal and I were out foaming briefly on the NS Back Belt in New Orleans.  This is a Union Pacific yard crew climbing aboard CSX’s Q145, an Atlanta to Los Angeles intermodal train, and since a UP crew […]

[Jimbaux gets by with a little help from his friends.] Lend Me Your Eyes, And I’ll Paint You A Picture Or I’ll let others do that.  In my call to glass for 2011/09/11, I asked that others get out and take pictures on this day.  I also asked that if anyone got a picture on […]

[They call Jimbaux white devil, black Jesus; heaven closes, hell freezes.] This is Part 4 of 5 of Jimbaux’s 9/11 photography project, inspired by the assault on American civil liberties, including the New Orleans Police Department’s deprivation of Jimbaux’s constitutional rights in April 2008, by our fellow Americans in the wake of the September 2001 […]

[Jimbaux knows that there is a house in New Orleans called the Superdome.] Living Like Birds In The Magnolia Trees The song, performed five years ago today, still makes me cry, gives me so many goose bumps.  It’s hard for people not from southeastern Louisiana to understand the emotional charge that song on that night […]

[Jimbaux recorded that 9/11 was a beautiful day.] Fighting The Oppressors The cool, calm pre-dawn darkness of September 11 met him with an onerous sense of purpose.  He left early in the morning to embark on his mission, a mission he knew was far greater than himself.  While others slept and relaxed on this calm […]

[If Jimbaux gave you the truth, would it keep you alive?] You’re No Closer To Wrong I haven’t forgotten about my 9/11 project.  Well, I actually did forget to download one memory card of pictures, meaning my earlier count of 55 processed shots for Sunday is now up to 68.  All of the raw conversions […]

[“Freedom” puts Jimbaux’s faith in none of the above.] There Was A Time . . . This one will be brief, as it is late, I’m tired, and I’m really damned busy. It’s A Lonely, Burning Question My ’roundabout’ errands took me by Gouldsboro Yard once again this afternoon, and I arrived on the scene […]

[Jimbaux hopes that you trust . . . in . . . his . . . self-righteous suicide, but not a suicide, nor a suicide attack.] “The only thing we have to fear is . . . fear itself,” Franklin D. Roosevelt so aptly said, and that’s the only thing I’m fearing tomorrow. Tomorrow, I’m […]

[You and Jimbaux; we’ll all go down in history with a sad Statue of Liberty and a generation that didn’t agree.] “Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worse state, an intolerable one,” wrote the polemic patriot and American statesman Thomas Paine.  I totally agree on all points. I […]

[Jimbaux has all this wonder of earthly plunder, will it leave us anything to show?] There Can Be No Denyin’ That The Wind Will Shake ‘Em Down (You don’t like Led Zeppelin?)  It was on Labor Day 2006, Monday 4 September 2006, that I took the shots you see posted here.  I don’t quite remember […]