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EL 2573 after emergency stop owing to the train derailing, crew is on dispatcher line reporting derailment. Amolamink, PA, May 27 1976.
Dufaur
Dufaur es una localidad del sur de la Provincia de Buenos Aires, Argentina, perteneciente al partido de Saavedra. Se encuentra a 39 km al sur de la ciudad de Saavedra y a 51 km de Pigüé. Hacia el sur está a 28 km de Tornquist y a 91 km de Bahía Blanca. La llegada del ferrocarril permitió que los inmigrantes españoles en Dufaur y Saavedra soñaran con su futuro en nuestra tierra. Hacia el año 1884, mucha hacienda lanar se despachaba por la Vitícola y Napostá, sin embargo, no existían más estaciones que la Vitícola, Napostá y Tornquist. En la estación ferroviaria actual de la localidad de Dufaur, se hallaba situada una casa deshabitada para la cuadrilla de la vía. Estación de Ferrocarril: Habilitada en 1890, por Ferrocarril del Sud en la línea Buenos Aires- Bahía Blanca. En la actualidad la estación no está habilitada, sin embargo el tren realiza tres frecuencias semanales. Comisión de Fomento: Institución creada con el objeto de servir a la comunidad y trabajar por el bien del pueblo el 8 de junio de 1908.Entre los servicios que prestan a la comunidad se brinda atención a los reclamos de la comunidad. Entre las actividades que se realizan se hallan: fútbol, bochas, patín, gimnasia, jazz.Respecto a las instalaciones cuentan con un salón cedido en comodato por “ La Alianza Cooperativa AgrícolaGanadera Limitada”. El edificio fue refaccionado y provisto de calefacción, para ser utilizado como sede. Allí se realizan cursos de asistencias técnicas dependiente de Municipalidad. Además posee confitería, salón social, fogón social, secretaría, sala de juegos, canchas de bochas y cancha de fútbol. Rancho de Adobe: Por testimonios orales, se sabe que es un rancho de fines de siglo XIX, típico de esta localidad desde los orígenes de la misma. Hace algunos años se comenzó con la restauración del rancho, considerado monumento histórico en la localidad. Por razones económicas la restauración fue interrumpida
Dufaur
Dufaur is a town in the south of the Province of Buenos Aires, Argentina, belonging to the Saavedra party. It is 39 km south of the city of Saavedra and 51 km from Pigüé. To the south is 28 km from Tornquist and 91 km from Bahía Blanca. The arrival of the railroad allowed the Spanish immigrants in Dufaur and Saavedra to dream of their future in our land. Towards the year 1884, a lot of lanar hacienda was dispatched by the Vitícola and Napostá, however, there were no more stations than the Vitícola, Napostá and Tornquist. In the current railway station of the town of Dufaur, was located an uninhabited house for the gang of the road. Railway Station: Enabled in 1890, by Ferrocarril del Sud on the Buenos Aires - Bahía Blanca line. At present the station is not enabled, however the train performs three weekly frequencies. Development Commission: Institution created with the purpose of serving the community and working for the good of the people on June 8, 1908. Among the services they provide to the community, attention is given to the demands of the community. Among the activities that are carried out are: football, bocce, skate, gymnastics, jazz. Regarding the facilities, they have a room loaned on a loan by "La Alianza Cooperativa AgrícolaGanadera Limitada". The building was refurbished and provided with heating, to be used as headquarters. There are technical assistance courses dependent on Municipality. It also has confectionery, social lounge, social fire, secretariat, games room, bocce courts and soccer field. Rancho de Adobe: Oral testimonies, it is known that it is a ranch from the late nineteenth century, typical of this town from the origins of it. Some years ago, the restoration of the ranch began, considered a historical monument in the town. For economic reasons the restoration was interrupted
Well not quite..........
Exeter Central's Dispatcher has just seen off GWR's Sprinter unit 150265 working the 9.55pm to Exeter St Davids (2E57) station, about a half a mile down the hill. The unit had arrived into platform 3 a few minutes earlier from Barnstaple, at which time it became an empty stock working (5E57) as it transferred from platform 3 to platform 2.
With the 9.,55pm terminating at St David's the temptation is to think it will then head for the stabling point for a night's rest. Apparently not - it then becomes the 10.31pm to Exmouth (2F51), so once again passing through Central station.
There's still a couple of hours of work left for the Dispatcher too - the last scheduled train on this day is the late evening Waterloo - Exeter St David's, due off at 11.58pm. With luck it will be 'locked doors' around midnight!
Shot at 1/160s @ F5.0, and 8000 asa.
9.56pm, 14th October 2019
This westbound Union Pacific intermodal train has just stalled on a 2.2% grade near Oxman, Oregon. The Chicago & North Western GE in the lead has failed. One of the trailing EMDs previously shut down. There is a Z train behind this job, and Amtrak 26 has departed Baker City. Things are looking grim in the short term.
The "Spirt" leads UP Train PCBWF1 02 with 21 business cars in a consist of equipment that will be used for the George H.W. Bush Funeral Train in Texas the following Thursday. Here the train is easing through Broadway on the Omaha Main of the UP KC Metro Sub.
As one can imagine, this was quite the priority move, with the dispatchers "parting the seas" for the special to pass. It was crazy to see how many trains were tucked up to signals waiting for this move to come through.
Locomotives: UP 1943, UP 8003
12-2-18
Kansas City, MO
At 5:30pm 8 westbound trains were west of Ft. Madison on the Marceline Sub. 3 of them were Z-trains that needed to be sorted out. The dispatcher also had a tie gang just clearing up at La Plata and 2 eastbounds. Traffic slowly moved west as he sort hot traffic to main #2 at Baring and slow traffic to main #1. Amtrak would also be in the mix only a hour out Ft. Madison. Here a loaded grain train roll thru the sag east of Rutledge trying to stay ahead of the ZWSPSBD right behind them. This farmer has a good collection of "stuff" along the tracks.
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That is what the California Highway Patrol officer said.
We were ensconced in an open garage waiting out an armed 211 suspect when those words were spoken.
My call came in at 2:30. A man was barricaded in his apartment after a shootout with police. At the time, I was home sick with a headache the size of the Rock of Gibraltar. But a barricade is a barricade and I threw on some clothes and rushed to the scene.
I stopped at the road closure and was waved through by one of the CHP guys that yelled, “Hey, I know you....go ahead.”
“OK”
After parking the car where the chippy said I should, I asked our esteemed parking enforcement officer (also known as the Parking Nazi) who was standing guard, where was everything happening and where should I go.
He motioned somewhere down the street towards some low-rent apartment complexes and told me to walk on the right side of the street through a vacant lot - nothing but dirt and a creosote bush.
“OK.”
I kept an eye out for what was going on and watched as the guys from the PD’s Special Response Team ( SRT) moved into place.
“Cool,” thought I and grabbed a few shots of one of the guys creeping across the roof, rifle in front of him, pack behind. I thought, “If I get nothing else this will be good art."
I heard people yelling at me and here comes the PIO from the Barstow Police running across the street telling me that hey, I was right in the line of fire and I should like move.
“OK.”
“Don’t go south of the palm tree,” he said, “that way you won’t be in the line of fire.”
“OK. Can I stand behind the palm tree?”
“Sure,” he said, “but I’m not responsible if you get shot.”
“OK”
Seemed to be my thought processes at the time, singular “OK’s”
I stood behind the palm tree for a little bit and then moved — I really wasn’t in the mood to get shot.
The reporter showed up, a radio guy showed up, a small TV station guy showed up and we all sat around in the heat waiting for something to happen....for a long time.
Negotiators were on the phone, relatives got on the phone to try and talk this guy out. The man had been wounded slightly in the first shootout — shot in the hand and the arm — and yelled out to his friends that he was afraid the cops were going to shoot him on sight.
We all knew that this would never happen, but the guy wouldn’t come out. The cops even brought him cigarettes when he asked for them - actually threw them up to him on the balcony. If they had wanted to shoot him, they could have at that time.
I got permission to wander a bit, down in parking area where the CHP rifle shooters were set up — watched them concentrate completely down their black gun sites. I was close enough that if I stuck my head out I could see the guy’s balcony — really, really well — with bloody curtains swaying in the wind.
Time wore on, heat got worse, men got shifted around so as to give the ones sitting in the sun a break.
We waited. Cops gave me Gatorade and water. It was hot.
As dusk set in I kept hoping this guy would come out with his hands up while I still had light to shoot by. Even with my new digital camera (YEA!) I was still a newbie at using the flash in low light situations so I wanted halfway good light.
I simply couldn’t figure out why this guy would NOT come out.
Was it the macho mentality of the whole gang banger personality? Was it that he knew he was facing some major jail time? He was already a loser in that department. What possibly could be worth prolonging this stand-off?
Time wore on some more. The apartment complex residents started getting restless. Hoots and hollers and jungle-like monkey noises came from the apartments and from those watching and waiting behind the lines. A bottle was thrown.
I have to admit, this made a me a tad nervous. I could just see this thing erupting into an all-out riot. Half the people in the complex were convinced the cops were going to gun the guy down and the other half were afraid of the first half.
Soon the cops had enough waiting and started firing tear gas canisters into the apartment. Oh my! Horrible sound those loud guns. Once that tear gas thing started I didn’t stick my head out any more. I crouched down behind a car. I could still see the CHP shooters but wasn’t in the line of fire.
Good thing.
Several minutes after the first rounds of tear gas were volleyed into the apartment there came three quick shots - pop - pop - pop — out the sliding glass door — over the balcony.
“Holy shit,” thought I, “that guy is firing at us.”
“Hey,” I yelled, “Was he shooting this way.”
“Yes, Lara, he was shooting this way.”
I crouched down lower. Just about fully dark now. The people that had come out to watch were yelling the guy was yelling babies were screaming and one Barstow cop remarked, “I can’t believe these people brought their kids out to a gunfight.”
Law enforcement did not return gun fire but more tear gas was used.
Still no sound, no reaction from the barricaded man.
One of the CHP guys came back down into our spot and said that after the three rounds fired by the suspect, one more shot was heard a few minutes later - muffled. Not aimed out the sliding glass door — inside the building.
He said quietly that he had heard _that_ sound before.
Time was starting to lose meaning. Amidst the noise and chaos I had been on the phone relaying the latest developments to the reporter who had gone back to write his story. More tear gas was lobbed into the building but the feeling was that the man had offed himself with that final fourth shot.
My deadline to leave was fast approaching — close to 9 p.m. I had the images from the afternoon’s deployment and some close-ups of the guys close to me. But no resolution. No closure.
The crowd up the street was really starting to turn ugly and I debated going up to photograph that, but figured that a camera flashing would trigger the already riotous behaviour that was growing.
Two guys threw bottles at the sheriff’s SWAT team. Ooooh, not a good idea. Those SWAT-dudes are bad-asses with attitudes and guns. They do NOT take kindly to being pelted with bottles. The bottle-throwers were arrested and the crowd scene cooled after that.
No lights were on in the apartment, no movement was seen and all negotiations had long since broken off. The man’s last words and comments to the negotiator were pretty much that the only way he was going to leave was in a body bag.
I still hoped not, but I left to file my art. Before I left the center of the action, which is where I had been allowed to stay (don’t ask me why, I was just allowed to stay.) I made sure the police chief and one of the LT’s knew I was returning and wanted to be back close to where things were happening.
“Sure.” they said, “Just show your press pass, tell whoever we said it was ok and come on back - stay out of the line of fire.”
“OK”
I left, filed the creeping-across-the-roof pic and one of two officers and a bullet proof shield and came back.
Things were as I left them — no more noise, no more nothing.
About 11 p.m. the sheriff's office took over. The Barstow PD SRT and CHP back-ups had been on duty squinting down their sites for almost 8 hours, it was time for a relief team.
I watched the camouflaged SWATs come in, dash about the courtyard smashing out the remaining lights that would put them in danger and get into place, covering each other with guns pointed toward the apartment as they ran across the courtyard.
I couldn’t help myself, I thought “Jeez, this is just like in the movies.” Only this time it was for real — surrealistic, but real.
When the Barstow guys and CHP left I was still standing there all by my lonesome. One of them yelled back at me, “You probably ought to come out too.”
“OK.”
That seemed like a good idea to me — it was dark and I didn’t like being alone.
I came up out of the garage hole and plopped down on the front of a fire truck. Sheriff’s homicide detectives were wondering who the hell was I and why was I there. I smiled, introduced myself and sat back quietly on the fire engine, hoping that no one would actually notice me. I even put my camera down.
The sheriff’s Captain saw me, smiled and let me stay. I was now considered a “friendly.” Cool.
I had kept in contact with the night editor at our sister paper, even after the Dispatch went to bed, did some interviewing, got the correct on-the-record-quotes that supported the police’s version of what happened and waited — and waited.
For almost an hour after the SO took over a deputy called out over a loud speaker. “Aaron. Come out with your hands up. The building is surrounded.” Every few minutes for almost an hour. Over and over. The same tone of voice. No emotion. It could have been a computerized recording it was so precisely repeated, but it wasn’t.
Aaron didn’t come out.
Talking time was up and the SWAT team started in with more powerful tear gas. Volley after volley. No Aaron. He was either immune to the gas or dead.
Soon the team took out the doors and entered the building using flash-bang devices before going into each room - “auditory and visual distractions” they call them.
Hell honey, those are bombs.
Every time they said over the radio they were setting off another one, all the law enforcement guys, suits, SWAT dudes, everybody around me, put their fingers in their ears. I wish I had photographed that, but it is hard to hold a camera with your fingers in your ears.
Time moved faster, soon after the SWAT guys entered they called for the SO medics that had flown in on a chopper. Word came out fast that it was over, Aaron was dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head.
It was one o’clock in the morning. There was almost a palpable sigh, a slumping of the shoulders when it was over. I had been at the scene for almost ten hours.
It was not a good resolution. Not the one that everyone; law enforcement, medics, firefighters, friends and family had hoped for.
I remembered what the CHP shooter said after word came in about the fourth shot — “We are in a stand-off with a dead man.”
He was right.
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Rest in Peace Aaron
Some good dispatching went on here at West Medill for about 30 minutes on the Marceline Sub. Amtrak's Southwest Chief has just rounded up an EB Q-train between Gorin and West Medill (headlight far the distance). Next Q-train will go to MT#2 behind Amtrak. That will free up MT#1 West of Medill which a WB Z-train will roundup this 7214 grainer who fits between East and West Medill. All this would go on in 30 minutes which kept the hot ZLACWSP moving that's about 40 minutes out from West Medill coming MT#2. From there dispatching trains would go back to its normal no priority or foresight, but for a few minutes we did some railroading here!
With a full train of executives on board, P001 slowly rolls by Howie Siding on the Abbeville Subdivision with an interesting consist on the point. The train was stuck behind two freights that the dispatcher did not sidetrack for the OCS, a surprising move considering the level of management actively riding his territory.
One of the Alliance dispatchers ("Hoot" for those who would know, or "time to put on my tin beak and go pick shit with the chickens") has chosen to join with me and may have been the source of information for this move in those pre-internet days. This cut was often a relief to me as I pulled through it while leading a coal train from Guernsey, Wyoming. One night, after a couple days of strong wind had filled the cuts with tumbleweeds, I had been wearing out my index finger on the sanding button while using my other arm to steady the drivers with the independent brake. About an hour as I recall, during which my head end brakeman across the cab had been blissfully in the Land of Nod. As we slipped and slid through this cut and he awoke and stretched, I said something like, "I'm sure glad to see this cut - I didn't know if we'd make it in one piece!" His response was something like "I don't give a shit." That's as close as I ever came to reaching over to the gen.field switch, turning it off, and then after a few seconds, switching it back on. Once we lunged ahead and snapped a drawbar, I could look at him and say "do you give a shit now?" Then I could take a nap...but the better angel (not to mention the Road Foreman in my brain) prevailed and we got home a lot sooner!
With B40-8's UP 1832 and 1833 for power, UP Train LSI55 05 uses Junland Siding on the UP Chester Sub. to run around the IHOYC 04. While it goes against conventional wisdom, the stack train will be in a long line of trains to get to the crew change at North Dexter.
The dispatcher on the territory today let the local zoom in and out of the sidings on the way north to get around several through freights between the switches on the main. This way, the local gets through Dexter and up to the kitty litter plant where it can get its work done and almost be headed back by the time the outbound crew even gets on the IHOYC.
Locomotives: UP 1832, UP 1982, UP 8860
8-5-06
Junland, MO
The last First liveried double decker in the Go North West fleet 3103, SN14TTU was dispatched to Thorntons for repaint today and is seen loading up ready for its journey.
The only First liveried vehicles now in the fleet are the remaining B7’s which it would seem have a very limited life and are scheduled for withdrawal in the New Year.
Since 1854 the station of Semmering was of course staffed with a local dispatcher, who controlled the traffic of the mountain route. Such was the case and traffic routine for 166 years ... But tonight with the timetable change 2021 the legendary mountain route now becomes completely remote-controlled from the operation center in Vienna ...
To honor this historical moment, I asked the last dispatcher the day before his final shift for a portrait in front of the beautiful "Ghega" monument, dedicated in 1869 to the glorious architect of the first Mountain Railway "Carl Ritter from Ghega" ...
The smart old Railwayman served at Semmering for the last 17 years and still wears his very first original red dispatcher cap proudly since he started his career in 1982. The final 2 years to his retirement he will serve at another location. Thus Semmering station remains now abandoned, likely 8 years before trains will pass it deep below in a 27 km long tunnel ...
Please compare the portrait with the wonderful, linked photograph from 1904, presenting the monument at the 50 year jubilee with a superb parade of old veteran technicians, engineers and railwaymen, who were involved masterminds in the construction works and early days of 1854 ...
www.technischesmuseum.at/museum/online-sammlung#sammlung/...
Semmering, 12 / 20
As soon as Amtrak train 351 rolled west, Amtrak dispatchers gave South Shore's Lake Front job permission out onto the main so that they could cross the Drawbridge in Michigan City while they head to work customers to the east.
Here's the next in this series of never seen photos from 7 years ago of the slow process of pulling in the wings to carefully avoid lineside hardware while plowing snow.
In the last week of 2017 which was my very last week as a full time resident of Alaska I had the rare gift of an opportunity to shoot the 'snow fleet'. This time it was far up north in the interior as the ARRC dispatched a pair of geeps with Spreader 9 to work north winging out sidings over the course of several days. Frank Keller and I got an early start out of Anchorage and headed north on the desolate Parks Highway to meet up with the train just south of this point. We'd spend the entire day shooting the train working in subzero temps, although on the day after winter solstice a 'full day' only amounts to just over 4 1/2 hrs between sunrise and sunset here at about 63 degreees north latitude!
The 'fleet' is seen here winging out the north end of Broad Pass siding at MP 305. In just about 7 miles distant at aptly named Summit they will crest the highest point on the entire Alaska Railroad at the Northern Continental Divide (the watershed between the Arctic and Pacific Oceans). Considering that this wide valley (hence the name) is where the railroad crosses the Alaska Range, home of 20,310 ft Denali only 60 miles distant, it is utterly remarkable that the crest is only 2363 ft above sea level!
Broad Pass, Alaska
Friday December 22, 2017
Dispatch had both loads and empties stopped on main 1 at Waverly so traffic was all being set on M2 including this NTWLIN knocking down MP41.1.
you see what I'm seein', al?
dispatch told us it was an ungodly mess.
yeah, but if I wasn't lookin' at it, I'd never believe it.
it's our crime scene. what the hell are we supposed to do?
F.I.D.O.
yeah?
yeah. fuck it. drive on.
is that departmental policy?
it is far as I'm concerned.
what a mess.
you said it pal.
We followed him east where the dispatcher planned a meet at the next siding. Road construction limited our shots in between, but we got him coming into the siding before heading back to the highway overpass.
The train he was meeting was a J train heading for Washington. A Boeing train. We had no intel on it besides a leader number so we weren't for certain how many (if any) fuselages would end up being on it. We hoped for at least two, and were at near disbelief when he came around the corner with five total fuselages. A friendly crew on this train as well, something that seemed to be a common occurrence up here.
Man, the people in Montana are so nice, aren't they Sam?
BNSF ES44C4 8378 leads a Boeing train westbound on the MRL 3rd Subdivision near Garrison, Montana, May 15, 2024.
This is one of the first installations at Bletchley park. I'm lucky enough to be about a 10 min drive from such an important and historic place. Well worth a visit 😀
The solitary abandoned cement wagon which had been languishing at Hackney Yards for months was recovered this morning.
70807 was dispatched from Canton at 0830ish to Hackney Yards in Newton Abbot and returned with the errant wagon as 6Z83 1210 Hackney Yard to Westbury.
I caught the unusual movement at my usual location of late whilst out doing my daily exercise walk. Although it was extremely sunny when I left home the clouds gathered 15 minutes before arrival. Still, the day was bright enough.
Sitting on the Dispatch Track at CSX's Wyoming Yard is SD50-2 #8559, coupled with an ES40DC. The "SD50-2" was a modification program enacted by CSX to get better fuel economy from their SD50 fleet, which at one point was the largest in the country at 200 units. By modifying the engine governor and certain control modules, the original 3,500 horsepower rating was dropped to 3,000, making these units essentially just larger, heavier SD40-2s.
#8559 was one of the first CSX units I ever set foot on. A friend of mine knew one of the locomotive shop employees, and was able to arrange us a private tour on this day.
The damned reach their final destination, the Jaws of Hell (I think it's fairly safe to say this is the portion of Last Judgement scenes that most people's eyes make straight for! ;-)
The main portal of the west front of Antwerp Cathedral sits very comfortably with the surrounding authentic medieval gothic, but is in actual fact a restoration from c1900.
Inspired by the great cathedral portals of Northern France, it comprises a fine display of neo-gothic statuary centred on a tympanum relief of the Last Judgement.
Abashiri Heroes
In 1890, the borders in East Asia were still not clearly defined. Japan claimed Hokkaido but the Meiji government was afraid that imperial Russia would march into the northern part of the island which was still in a state similar to Siberia. There was not much else other than a few fishing villages and vast expanses of forests populated by bears.
This land had to be quickly developed and connected to the settled parts of Hokkaido. Thus in the spring of 1890, a first batch of prisoners was dispatched to the strategically located fishing village of Abashiri. The prisoners came from all over Japan and their first task was to build a road connecting Abashiri to an already developed outpost close to Asahikawa in Central Hokkaido.
The road work was extremely hard. Everything had to be done by hand. The trees felled, the terrain cleared, the road constructed, the bridges built, while food was scarce, accidents very common and on top of it, every prisoner had a heavy iron ball chained to a foot to prevent them from disappearing into the wilderness. Working through the extreme cold of the Hokkaido winter, the road was finished in record time. Japan could now rightfully claim Northeast Hokkaido as her land.
The death toll among the prisoners was extremely high. At the time, they were seen as expendable human resources but the museum now has a special hall built to commemorate them. A dramatic movie is shown there, plenty of pictures demonstrate their plight and yes, you can chain an iron ball to your leg and walk a few steps with it. Certainly an interesting experience for a minute or two but imagine wearing this thing 24 hours a day while doing extremely exhausting and dangerous road building work out in the primal forest!
Abashiri, Hokkaido
February, 2019
Two northbound UP Stack trains occupy the Columbia River Bridge at Vancouver. The dispatcher will allow the train on the right to proceed first.
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A little vignette from a few weeks ago that I considered entering in the Eurobricks Micro Sci-Fi contest. The general premise here is of an intergalactic shipping hub on some remote geometric planet, complete with container drones, a freighter, and a barge.
Summer of 1993 was epic as far as railroad operations and the flooding of the Mississippi river in the midwest. Here is one for the books, CPRS detour #221 on the Santa Fe had a pair of "geeps" for power, 377(GP7) and 402(GP9). I am surprised the Santa Fe even took this train, as I remember hearing the Chillicothe dispatcher looking for power for "this 221".
A scene from Stockport station on the afternoon of Tuesday 14 May 2019. A Virgin Trains Class 390 Pendolino set prepares to depart the station as the train manager acknowledges the wand displayed by the platform dispatcher. This train was 1H67, the London Euston (1240hrs) to Manchester Piccadilly service.
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I made my way back into Lincoln as the sun was quickly going down. I heard this heavy set trying to get out of the yard, but they were having to wait on the incoming PASKCK reroute off the Hastings. The PASKCK got in, and they got him right up and out of the yard.
Sike.
What they actually did was cross the trimmer over from the north to the south main on their pull, blocking him from pulling off the south pads and onto the Hastings sub (I know it's the railroad but I still don't know the logic in this as the track they were on wasn't occupied for 40 miles due to the derailment). They messed around for 20 mins or so before finally pulling back and clearing the switch, at which point the dispatcher lined the heavies onto the Hastings with almost no light left.
I had planned on getting these a few times on the single track of the Hastings before the day was done. Instead, I was only to catch them in a sliver of light as they rounded the corner at A St. before they continued on west and I continued on home.
BNSF ET44ACH 3666 leads a derailment-reroute empty coal train westbound on the Hastings Subdivision outside Lincoln, Nebraska, December 30, 2023.
This is part of one of the most interesting abandoned farms I have ever visited in the wonderful open emptiness of central Oregon. No one has lived here in many decades, but glimpses into the lives of those who once called this home can be seen everywhere.
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Jedi Knight Tan Larek was dispatched by Republic Command to assist with the what would become known as the Siege of Mandalore. As the 501st, led by former-padawan Ahsoka Tano, sweeps the upper levels of the capital city, Larek's clone forces attempt to cut off Maul's Mandalorian reinforcements in the lower levels.
Death Watch forces have rallied with Larek and his men and together are defeating the resistance. With the lower level secured, Tan Larek starts working his way deeper into the city. He can hear Tano and her units fighting off in the distance. He can tell that she's moving into the palace, probably to confront Maul himself.
As Larek looks over his shoulder, he seens his clone commander turning off his holoprojector. "Yes, my lord," said the commander.
"New orders from up the chain, Juca?" asked Larek.
"Yes, sir! After all...a good soldier follows orders."
Commander Juca turned his blaster on the very Jedi Knight he has served for years.
"What are you doing--"
///End of mission report\\\
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Check out my entry for the revived Dark Times group! I had a lot of fun doing my own take on Mandalore as seen in the Clone Wars! It was a pretty rushed build, but I think it turned out okay!
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Now I got this one posted, nicer, and a lot more work than the previous one, and Flickr tells me I have no albums, when I know that I do.
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Dispatcher Neil Savard moves trains across Rogers Pass from his console at the division dispatching office in Revelstoke, BC on September 13, 1983.
A London bound HST (1P61 1433 Great Malvern to London Paddington) gets away from Oxford as passengers wonder if they are on the right platform.
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