And Stopped by the Train

As I was heading towards Sherman Park, I heard the distinct sound of a train whistle.  Normally, I wouldn't mind hearing or seeing a train but I had bigger fish to fry.  Namely, my efforts to catch the Blough.

 But a train is a train and it wasn't like I was going anywhere anyway, so I stopped to take pictures.

 I didn't quite have the right lens on my camera though.

 And the train passed.  I was hoping it would be a short one.

  But I couldn't pass on the chance for another picture.

I was still hoping it would be short until I saw the second engine near the middle.

So the train passed and I made my way to Sherman Park, only to find out that it was closed.  So I wasn't able to get more pictures of the Blough.