When I first met this original bayou woman, it was 1979, and I was working as a dispatcher for ODECO. She answered the old black telephone in her native tongue, her words lost on me. I had called her house to ask if her son, the crew boat captain, happened to be home. His boat…
Today is the sixth anniversary date of the BP Oil Spill off the coast of Louisiana. In April 2012, I drove down to Grand Isle to walk the chenier in hopes of seeing and photographing some beautiful neotropical birds. But before doing so, I performed my island ritual, which is to drive the Island from…
Dear readers, how I’ve missed you. I can only hope that you’ve missed me as much and haven’t totally given up on finding a new post here in this century! It was very rough winter for me as far as having more than my fair share of the creeping crud (repeatedly). We’ve heard it over…