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I sometimes don't remember if I've already taken a photo of a place. An example would be this building, which I photographed in 2009.
The building opened in 1892 as the Columbia Theatre hosting stage productions. It became the Riviera Theatre in 1930 when it started showing movies full time. The Riviera closed in 1978.
It looks like this building sat empty from before 2009 until at least this past summer. I didn't walk down Chenango Street when I was in Binghamton a couple of weeks ago.
The sign over the front entrance is for Gear 33, which was a music store that sold records and equipment for DJs. It looks like it closed in 2004.
Did you already check on our rentals? From tiny beach huts to mansions...or maybe a town house in the city with its shops and clubs?
I can't wait to someday see this beauty running on home rails but until then here is another roster shot of David Coppola's then recently painted and absolutely stunning SNEX 5015. She is an Alco RS36 blt. Jan. 1963 for the Delaware and Hudson Railway with this number. 5015 is dressed in a facsimile of an experimental one of a kind scheme that it wore in the early 1970s on the D&H. To see it in that scheme and several other paint jobs it wore in its past check out the old shots here:
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And if you're looking for power for your shortline or industrial operation this locomotive is available for lease. Check out this page where you can contact the owner for more info here:
The colorful unit visible in the background is BKRR 605, an Alco RS3 blt. Nov. 1950 as Lehigh and Hudson River 10. She was sold 5 years before that little road disappeared into Conrail becoming St. Johnsbury and Lamoille County 205. After another 5 or 6 years she migrated over to the Vermont Railway renumbered 605 and dressed in red paint. After another eight or so years in Vermont she left for the newly created Batten Kill and was done up in this handsome scheme. Here she sits tucked up at the end of track on the Carovail Spur just west of the Cargill elevator near MP 8.5 on the original Greenwich and Johnsonville Railroad as measured from Greenwich.
The main track here behind me dates from after 1906 when the Delaware and Hudson (which had acquired the little shortline that year) built this approximately 10 mile line east to connect with it's Washington Branch route at Greenwich Jct. For it's entire life until being sold to the new Batten Kill it was an independent and wholly owned subsidiary of the D&H.
Salem, New York
Monday October 17, 2022
I can't tell you exaxtly where this barn is since I no longer remember. But it's a pretty typical barn that you see around these parts.
Explore Feb 16, 2010 #65
WNYP 630, a former CP Rail C630M, makes moves towards the yard in Olean to begin the days work on the Driftwood turn.
ODC-Horizon
The scenery around here is so beautiful. I love driving the back roads, you never know what you'll see, but you can be sure it will take your breath away!
A lovely red barn in the snow. I just drove around in the snowy weather today looking for subjects. Barns are a favorite subject of mine now, so got quite a few of those.
I hope everyone enjoys this image! :D
Woodstock, NY
Mount Overlook beyond the tree.
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Note: The exif says Zeiss Batis 2.8/18 because that's the last lens with an electronic connection I used on the camera. The photo was actually taken with Nikkor's 20mm f/3.5 UD. Less contrast than the Zeiss and no autofocus, but an excellent and affordable old lens.
This is where I vacationed as a child for many, many summers. It's my aunt's summer house in upstate, NY.
I had a lot of fun there as a kid, doing things I thought I hated - swimming, boating, hiking, getting shot at with bb guns by my cousins. Ok, I did hate that part. But I have mostly fond memories of spending summers in the woods.
The last time I was there was 2005. We hadn't been to the house in many years and I was looking forward to detaching from my everyday life - no cell phones, no internet, no noise, no traffic or work. Just connecting with nature for a few days, enjoying the quiet, hoping to get some sense of tranquility.
Instead I found that things change as you get older. Your life shapes your outlook on everything and things you once thought were wonderful become frightening.
The quiet that was so comforting as a kid had become claustrophobic. Laying in bed at night looking out the window to complete, utter blackness, I felt like I was suffocating. I'd listeng for anything besides the occasional sound of a bat slamming into a window. Nothing. Just blackness and an absolute quiet that was deafening. It was like existing in a void. I would get up, walk out to the deck and look up at the stars. Take some deep breaths. Look out into the darkness and see the outline of the lake and think about the depth of it in the middle, the way it stretches out far and wide to the right. The vast sky. The darkness. The openness.
It might seem weird to be both claustrophobic and afraid of wide open spaces, but when you think about it, it's one and the same thing. And when those two things collide - the suffocation of the darkness and quiet, and knowing that there is nothing out there for miles around - well, it wasn't a very good combination.
I think my fears tend to be heightened or diminished by things that are going on in my life. That was certainly not a very good time. The loneliness I felt while laying next to someone who neither understood more fears nor cared about them made it even worse. I spent three restless nights upstate flitting between panic attacks and nightmares.
When we finally got home - and I mean minutes after walking in the door - I had a full blown anxiety attack that necessitated a ride in an ambulance.
Anyhow, to make a long story even longer, we are going back upstate this summer. I've faces most of my fears and conquered a majority of them since 2005. My life is different, my outlook is different and I am not so afraid of the deep darkness that awaits me up there. I want take the boat around the lake without thinking I'm going to capsize and drown. I want to hike in the woods with my kids and explore the trails and take a zillion photos of every speck of nature I see. And I want to sleep outside on the deck and be amazed at the amount of stars we can see, and do that with someone who appreciates the beauty of it and also understands that I might be a little afraid.