2-8-0 No. 60 was hiding in the Ringoes enginehouse. She's fully operable and is ready to go for the summer season.
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My first Brightline shot. Under cover at the repair facility.
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There are now two complete trains at the facility.
Various hacks on hand at Ringoes, NJ:
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I enjoy anything from the Rio Grande. My grandfather worked for them in the Salt Lake City locomotive shop on the old steamers.
We were in Lantana again today and Chris saw the Brightline go by.
When I traveled north recently, I visited a small railroad museum. A nearby event had the place quite crowded.
I was enjoying the exhibits, when much to my surprise I looked up and saw a photo that I had taken 40 Years ago! It wasn't particularly noteworthy when I took it and it isn't a million-dollar shot, but I unwittingly captured a lost moment in time that is of interest today. It must have made its way to the museum via an older and late friend who was generous with his time when I was young. I had sent him some of my enlargements as a thank you gift and he must have passed them on to the Curator decades ago.
So, pretty neat. My name isn't on the photo and it's okay. Perhaps someday if I return, I'll mention it to a staff member.
I guess the lesson is that common, non-artistic shots can be of surprising historical interest. I have a few pictures of railroad trestles posted in a local office that were of great interest to a group that offers walking tours to visitors. The trestles are long gone and it seems nobody ever took a picture of them except me.
You should have taken a photo of your photo.
When I traveled north recently, I visited a small railroad museum. A nearby event had the place quite crowded.
I was enjoying the exhibits, when much to my surprise I looked up and saw a photo that I had taken 40 Years ago! It wasn't particularly noteworthy when I took it and it isn't a million-dollar shot, but I unwittingly captured a lost moment in time that is of interest today. It must have made its way to the museum via an older and late friend who was generous with his time when I was young. I had sent him some of my enlargements as a thank you gift and he must have passed them on to the Curator decades ago.
So, pretty neat. My name isn't on the photo and it's okay. Perhaps someday if I return, I'll mention it to a staff member.
I guess the lesson is that common, non-artistic shots can be of surprising historical interest. I have a few pictures of railroad trestles posted in a local office that were of great interest to a group that offers walking tours to visitors. The trestles are long gone and it seems nobody ever took a picture of them except me.