This is what greeted us this morning . . . fog, fog, and more fog . . .
These are actual digital, color photos unretouched. I did NOT change them to black and white. The fog seems to suck the color out of everything. Pretty amazing.
Check back here tonight . . . I feel a contest coming on!!!!!
Well, folks, I feel like I’ve been chasing my tail here for the past week or so. The progress on the house is slow, and the rough electrical and plumbing do not tend to be the subject of beautiful photography. However, these behind-the-scene things are vital to a house running smoothly. You know, things like…
It’s a very unusual thing for me to A)Turn the TV on at 4 in the afternoon B)Leave it on to watch Oprah Winfrey, but I did. A “tease” drew me in while folding clothes, so I fell for it. Everything happens for a reason, and I learned something I really needed to know. This…
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.
Les bines blanc is bayou speak for the white beans. Any bayou cook worth her salt can cook up a pot of savory white beans to go along with just about any main item. These are not just any white beans, though. These are the kind my mother-in-law makes and I have yet to find…
Open my kitchen drawer and there, nestled among the hot pads, koozies, and clothes pins, you just might see . . . three little plastic babies. And then you would scratch your head like Stan Laurel and do a double take, mentally asking yourself the question, “What in the world are THOSE for?” Unless, of…
Since things are progressing rather slowly with Camp Dularge, I thought I’d perk things up with a contest. We have quite a few new readers, so the competition might be stiffer! Here’s what you have to do. And believe me, it won’t be easy. Carol won last time, and she said it took her a…
Stunning! Although, I would be afraid to be on water in those surrondings.
Spooky…
bottom photo looks like black liquid latex-
perfect crest of sun peeping through the foggy-like sky