Floating Islands? Really? Yes, really, but not the kind of islands you might be thinking of. These are man made and hopefully not the kind humans will ever be deserted on. They serve a much greater purpose, and the concept just blew me away.
Yesterday morning, the power went out, and I found myself out on the porch, bird watching again. Earlier that morning, I had noticed a drab olive green bird and thought it might be a painted female bunting. After validating that in my trusty Sibley Bird Guide, I went to get my camera out of the truck and noticed this little guy sitting in the back yard, not a care in the world . . .
For four years now I’ve been writing on this blog, present tense, about life in the Louisiana wetland that surrounds me. How many years before I write the book which begins with the words,
“This was a working wetland”?
During her photographic tours of the bayou during the rising waters of recent TS Lee, Bayou Woman came across some interesting sights, resulting in a story about one particular pink pig. Come read more!
Yesterday led me out to check on some of my friends—both residential and transient camp owners. Some of them were mucking out water hyacinth and mud from under their camps; but most of them were relieved that it was not any worse than it was.
Tropical Storm Lee 3 p.m. update with photos.