That “the marsh is prettier on the other side of the bayou” isn’t always true. I’m ashamed that I’ve spent so much time out in the marsh, with all the wild things, that I’ve forgotten the treasures that I might find awaiting me in my own backyard. Something urged me to take a walk, and…
Jaune is gone. That’s all I know. When we came home from baseball practice last night, there was no sign of her. I am sad, because she and I had bonded Monday evening while I was bird watching. Everything happens for a reason, though.
If you remember, in February, I posted photos of tall leafy blades of green that would soon turn into something gorgeous. It has happened, and here they are. Spring happens very quickly down the bayou. We go from erratic spells of warm dotted with cold, and bare trees to everything in full bloom in about…
If you grow up “down the bayou”, working on the water is a way of life. And it’s not a far jump from working on fishing vessels to working on other vessels, like tugboats. My older boys grew up fishing for our table, not commercially, but they both still ended up working on oil industry…
Seeing is believing, so they say. First, I saw with my own eyes, and now you get to see through the lens of my camera. I live in the most marvelous wonderland called coastal Louisiana. These images all come from the marsh near my home, taken yesterday between 6 a.m. and 3 p.m. on private…
Someone on the sailboat spied a dorsal fin, dangerously close to the shore. “Is that dolphin sick?” “It must be sick. It’s beached itself.” “Maybe he just got stranded by the falling tide.” On and on the speculations went by the guests onboard the “Happy Ours” sailing vessel. And while we were speculating, the good…