The Berry

I was on the verge of walking away and I noticed a path leading to the bayou. A thought whispered explore and I came upon this sculpture hidden by the bannana leaves. When I read articles in magazines describing south Louisiana the expressions often used are sub-tropical, humidity filled gardens and thats what this little area made me think of.

Crested Butte

It's the time of year where even the butterflys have a hard time outdoing the Aspen leaves. This area is near Kebler Pass. I traveled here many years ago and as the fall colors come to the Rockies I go back and relive those memories through my old photographs.

In Cahoots

This photo was taken near Pecan Island. I've heard the term "in cahoots with" many times. Today I learned that it's a french phrase used mostly in the South. It's meaning is used to imply a secret alliance. That's what I thought of when I saw these two oak trees trying to fight the salt water intrusion into the marsh. Sadly they loss. Still beautiful.

Traveling the Levee Road

This photo is of the Lake Fausse Point State Park located in St. Martin Parish. A melancholy mood hit me especially hard this morning and altho the weather forecast is calling for constant rain I headed towards the levee road. At one time, down this road sat an old nightclub called the White Kitchen. Here the melodies of Aldus Roger and his accordion could be heard on Sunday afternoons.

Pecan Island Marsh

A recent trip down highway 82 to Pecan Island brought me to the Rockefeller Wildlife Refuge. The truth is I didn't spend enough time just looking at the marsh.

Jefferson's Oaks

On this particular late September day the early morning hint of a breeze feels a little like change. After the long hot summer here in Louisiana I just can't wait for our fall weather to sneak around the oak trees. As I was driving down Highway 14 to Jefferson Island I drove pass a few cane tractors headed to the fields. They were filled with planting cane for next years crop. As I drove by the garden I took this picture while thinking of the syrup kettles filled with sweet cane juice and the thick brown sugar that was used to make all those sugary desserts every fall.

Lizzie's Bistro - My Choice

I looked at my phone and a call was coming in from Paris. My mind told me that either I was getting a call from a long ago deceased relative or the spam gods were at it again. Anyway, I hit delete an block quickly and it brought to mind this cute little bistro in New Iberia that specializes in french pastry.