Yesterday, I happened to catch this glimpse of two paddle-wheelers heading down the Mississippi, just like back in the old days. (I'm sure that Old NFO remembers these days well.)
The one in the foreground is the Creole Queen. In the back and astern is the steamer Natchez, a genuine steam-powered boat. (The Creole Queen is a diesel-electric boat.) Both of these fine ships take visitors on cruises around the Port of New Orleans, and as luck would have it, I lucked out and caught a shot of them both heading out at the same time.
The downside of the day came from Belle stepping in front of me as we were walking along, causing me to stumble and fall, hitting the ground HARD as I tried to avoid landing on her. My hand and arm are feeling it today, but at the time, it was nearly a minute before I could get back up, so I lay there in the sidewalk as my two "loyal" dogs stood there looking down at me. Then Belle casually laid down beside me, just like we were supposed to be reclining on the public thoroughfare.
Remember all those times Timmy fell down some well and Lassie ran to get help? (Ask you parents--or Old NFO--if you do not get the reference.) It's good for Timmy that he had a smart Collie, because Belle would probably have just jumped in with him. At least Murphy stayed upright and kept watch. Dogs...