Sirloin Sunday

[Jimbaux hates the bull parade.]

Some Of Those That Take Pictures . . .

What’s good, peeps?  Y’all ready for a moronic blog post?  Hasn’t everything else you’ve ever read here already prepared you for that?

It really was sirloin Sunday indeed for Jimbaux, photographically, I’m saying, but we’ll get to why a little bit later.  For now, let’s take a look at a trio of stupid Saturday pictures, shall we?

Sanctified Sabbath

Whatever.  Saturday started with an assignment at the annual MS Walk at Audubon Park in New Orleans.  After that was done, it was foam time, even though it was also high sun time.  Gosh, I really don’t like high sun, but the MS Walk was during the time of good light.  Oh, well.

Warbonnets At 7.6

Here at the end of the Norfolk Southern Railway’s Back Belt line, we see the head end of BNSF train M-LALNSI, or what’s left of it by the time all of the non-NS traffic comes off of it.

BNSF runs two daily manifest trains into New Orleans: the M-DYTCSX which is a solid interchange train bound for the CSX Railway and the M-LALNSI which carries all other carload traffic, mostly for NS and Canadian National.

Another Shot I Haven’t Done In A Long Time

Actually, this is indeed the first time I ever do this shot.  Five years ago, I took the second-to-last picture in this NOLA Post article, but now I’m actually ahead a bit at that crossing that you see in that picture.  So, today, I came to the wrong crossing, where I rendered the Kansas City Southern Railway’s daily interchange train bound for CSX thus:

Yeah, high-sun gets to be a problem with ballast, or should I say that ballast is a problem with high-sun.  I had to use the lasso tool in both of these shots to prevent the ballast from getting too bright, but I still don’t like the results.  What do you think?

Well, that’s high sun for you.

Stupid Sirloin Sunday

Foamwise (which spell-checker suggests is not a word), Sunday and its worship started out okay, particularly as I did get out and get one shot before high sun, though things would get a beat silly . . . or sirloiny . . . or steaky . . . (both of which spell-checker again says are not words) later and to the southwest.

Let’s just cut the bull and get right to the pictures.  Bull?  What do bulls have to do with this?

So far, nothing, though that will change.  Hey, look!  We’re back at 7.6 just like we were yesterday morning, though this time, we see NS’s own transfer run to the CN returning back to the yard.  Check out that neat arrangement of track, which you saw from overhead back in September.

Born On The Bayou

I went further south to check out what was happening on the bayou, and that’s really when all of the bull started.  First, I want to get this shot of the pontoon bridge at Valentine, particularly how so many of these lillies are pressed up against it.

That’s not good.

They Rally Round The Photographer . . .

. . . with a pocket full of manure.  (What, you don’t like RATM?)  Anyway, there were plenty of inquisitive onlookers across the highway not only taking note of my presence but altering their behavior because of it.  Again?  Haven’t I written about that kind of stuff before?  What kind of idiot creatures do stuff like this anyway?!?!?!?!?!?

What a bunch of sheep!  (Wait, Jimbaux.)  Ah, yes, beef: it’s what’s for dinner clogging your arteries and rotting your brains.  Instead of “just say[ing] no” to marijuana, how about you say no to beef instead?

Q’uit It Now!

These stupid idiots kept following me and staring at me, they would move left and right across the field as I walked down the highway toward the bridge and then came back, and they all did the same thing as if they were in some herd or something!  That’s why you morons are cows!  I hate you, you worthless wastes of carbon.  I’ll see y’all at Taco Bell.

Stupid, cud-chewing, crowd-following, grass-munching, bovine pieces-of-junk.

Now, what was I doing?  There was some reason why I stopped here before I got all worked up by moronic cattle and shot them the bird (I’m not kidding.)  Ah, yes, the Valentine pontoon bridge.

See how much clearer it is on the other side of the bridge?  the gulf side?  We’re looking east in the above picture, and that facility in the right background is the former Valentine Paper facility which closed in late 2007.  Y’all might remember that I photographed the last railroad delivery to that plant.

Well, that’s enough for one weird weekend.

All For Now, And Probably For The Next Fortnight Too . . .

Assuming that I don’t have the good sense to abort the mission, I’m off to travel starting in a couple of days, and I won’t be back for about two weeks.  Therefore, don’t count on any new posts in at least that amount of time, if not more, though I may get a combination of time and inspiration to make some brief posts while I’m traveling (with, yes, pictures from the travels), but I post anything, it will most likely be brief one-picture postings like I occasionally do on the Facebook fan page.  What, you’re not on that page?  When logged into your Facebook account, click on the badge below, and then click the “Like” button at the top of the page, a’ight?

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In the meantime, I have plenty to do before I roll out in a couple of days; so, y’all take care, okay?

Jimbaux