Traveling Across The River

Yesterday was some day. I almost didn’t get my second jab. My place could have been given to another, but apparently my healthcare system really cares. I was called about a half hour after my appointment was scheduled to make sure that I was still coming.

I said yes and I did.

Then, I voted. Huh? What? Were?

Small regional election with national implications. That’s what.

I realized that I hadn’t eaten breakfast and it was almost 2pm. No wonder I thought my jab had some fast acting agent in it. I still don’t know that by tonight I won’t have a reaction, but Pfizer isn’t known for that.

I guess that I’ll find out.

No matter what happens I’m glad that I’m vaccinated.

If you haven’t done it yet, it’s your turn.

If you think you are making some kind of misguided political statement, you are wrong. All you are really doing is keeping the world from reaching a point of herd immunity. You are keeping us shut down. Get over yourself and get jabbed.

As your mom would say, “Don’t make me come over there.”

Stay safe. Stay strong. Stay mighty. Wear your mask. Keep your distance. Get jabbed. Look after each other. Chase every train, you’ll be better for it.

Trains. I really love trains. If I’m out and about running errands, I’ll go out of my way if I think I can see a train.

I don’t even think about photographing a train, although that’s so much better.

This is a long bridge that makes trains look like they are floating in the air is called The Huey P. Long Bridge. Locals call it the HueyP.

It crosses the Mississippi River in an east-west fashion even though it looks like the bridge is headed north. That’s just a quirk in the river.

I saw the long freight train as I was getting ready to leave. I stopped, made the picture and was on my way.

For some unknown reason, I thought the picture would look better soft and cotton-like in post production.

There are days when I wonder what I was thinking.

That orange box is a billboard.