February 15, 2013
I don’t even know what those electrical thingies are called.
I didn’t like this photo so much when I initially took it, but it’s been growing on me.
Oh, and by the way: here’s the Wikipedia article about the Kearny Connection.
(“Rainbow Connection” has been going through my head while I’ve been pawing around the interwebs for info on the Kearny Connection. Arrrrgh.)
February 4, 2013
The Frank R. Lautenberg Secaucus Junction station is a major NJ Transit transfer hub, and it’s about three minutes (train-ride-wise) from the entrance to the trans-Hudson tunnels (which are the tunnels that allow trains to pass from NJ to NY).
Another fun fact: as far as I can tell, there are two acceptable pronunciations of Secaucus.
The first is one that I use: “s’CAW-kuss.”
The second is one that the train conductors use: “SEE-caw-kuss.”
I have never asked native Secaucusians how they pronounce their hometown. They’d know what’s right, I’d imagine.
January 31, 2013
Fog is pretty!
About halfway through yesterday’s morning commute, I put down my book and stared out the window.
I didn’t see much. The fog was pretty dense, and visibility was maybe 100 yards. Barely anything I could take a picture of, if I’d wanted to.
We were lucky enough to pause directly under I-95. It’s one of my favorite scenes from NJ Transit anyway (I have low standards), but it looks awesome in fog.
July 27, 2012
This is outside of my New Providence radius, and it’s blurry and grainy and unprofessional, but it’s still New Jersey and I like it.
I wouldn’t want to live in the Meadowlands, but it’s interesting to watch the quiet stalemate between man and nature. It’s a very industrial area, since it’s right outside of New York City, but it’s very swampy and impossible to really develop. There are wide swaths of swampgrass and rivers and wildflowers, peppered with abandoned factories and smokestacks here and there. Most days, I see snowy egrets hanging out by the railroad tracks.
Every day when I take the train into Manhattan, I get to see some variation of this scene. I still think this area, where I-95 splits around the Hackensack River, is one of the most beautiful parts.