Chaoui found plenty to keep herself busy at Grand Isle. I watched, took photos, and just enjoyed the heck out of watching my kids enjoy themselves!
Mommy? What is this spraying water on me?
Mommy? What is this smelly thing? Can I eat it?
Look Mommy, I can see really far across the water from here!
Surprise, Mommy! I fit inside your camera bag!
to be continued . . .
Busy, busy, busy, I have been. But any time I’m on the water, it’s a good busy! This story is definitely a two-parter, and this morning I’m struggling with which images to share with you. I took close to one hundred images on Monday’s tour with an amazing young woman photographer named Christy S., who is definitely going places with her artistic abilities.
It was 1979, and I was working as a dispatcher for ODECO. She answered the old black phone 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. Hoping she could understand me, I continued in English, “He has to go on a run right now.” His boat was next up to take a trip out to the Gulf to deliver emergency equipment, and as night dispatcher, it was my job to find him. She understood me well enough to relate to me in broken English where she thought he might have been.
This is a recipe with a story behind it. And it’s a wonderful story. First, let me remind everyone that here at Bayou Woman, we’ve cooked shrimp stew and chicken and andouille gumbo, both pretty good representations of down-the-bayou cooking. But today, I’m going to make it easy for all of you who hail from…
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…
The Maurepas Swamp. I’ve never paddled through it or ridden through it in a boat. I’ve only driven over it via Highway 55. BUT, it still intrigues me every time I drive over it. So, let’s backtrack to this post I wrote in 2014 that mentions Julia Sims as one of the top influential female…
I’ve been putting in 10-hour days working on the Cypress Cottage, and my body is rebelling against all the slave labor it’s been forced to do. My hands were so numb when I woke up today, they felt like they belonged to someone else and had just magically become attached to the end of my…