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Doug Harrop Photography • November 1993
A trio of EMD SD40-2s pull a piggyback, rack, and stack west through Clearfield, Utah on Union Pacific's Salt Lake Subdivision.
Miraculously, the stylish cantilever signal bridge still stands today.
A clearing storm, viewed from Twistleton Scar near Ingleton in North Yorkshire, on a particularly windy December morning.
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BNSF Railway crews use a Jordan Spreader to clear the Whitefish yard on the evening of Feb. 21, 2018.
A view across the Androscoggin River in Topsham, Maine. I arrived here just as the morning fog was being burned off.
We had had a morning of heavy rain so it was a relief to see the clouds parting as promised as we left Chirk cutting for our walk along the Llangollen Canal.
About 10 mins before I took this image the fog was so thick this scene didnt exist. Thick fog was blanketing the area all afternoon and then lifting in patches to reveal wonderful landscapes in Joshua Tree NP, California.
Nikon D810 Nikon 24-120mm lens.
Not Ai generated.
The congestion is starting to clear as the pellet load snakes its way toward Proctor Hill, thus allowing U715 to depart for Minntac. Easing into the scene is the Proctor Switch coming to a stop at the Elwood yard office, their day done. In the distance the power for the limestone empty is on and on the far right the extra switch is working the E yard.
The limestone power is interesting in that the set contains three body variations of GE's C40-8 model; 2027 is a former C&NW standard cab, followed by wide cab 2184 (ex-ATSF) and cowl 2449.
Thanks to a last second heads up, New Hampshire Northcoast decided to take their recent acquired Jordan Spreader for a run with their two GP18. Seen here pushing snow along Milton Pond. Photo taken Milton, NH February 20, 2025
'A sharpened machete in an overgrown place'.
Here sits the remnants to history of a company office, from the by-gone era of a once thriving local logging industry. The standing structures, all but gone, masonry remnants, strewn & scattered. Covered in weeds, twisted in vines. Mortar seeps through the cracks, of old earthen covered bricks. A rusty nail, a broken tile, and a dirty flimsy shingle. Take a rest to stop and think to decades gone-by. Distinct echoes of human chatter, the sawmill whistle, to the whirling and whining of saw blades, grinding as they split through fresh cut wood. The clatter as the lumber stacks, ready to ship away to distant places. The horn blowing sound of a locomotive, as the wheels begin to turn in rotation in forward motion. The work day for them ends, to the sound of the sawmill whistle.