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. 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 sweet brown sugar that will be used to make all those sugary desserts this 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.

The Ocean Springs Porch

This little front porch was magical. The scent of magnolias drifted on the breeze and the twist and turns of the old oak made me feel right at home. Being invited to spend a long weekend in the hometown of Walter Anderson, the celebrated artist of Ocean Springs, well no one would say no to that. So three women and one husband planned a getaway each having their own agendas. Cousins #1 wanted to see the golden sunset over the white sand beaches, Cousin #2 wanted to take early morning drives to watch the gulf fisherman heading out to Biloxi Bay, Cousin #3, the true artist among us, wanted to take in the sights of Andersons water colors throughout the museum, and the laughing husband wanted to eat Southern style Catfish at Aunt Jennys. At the perfect end of each day we gathered on the porch and shared our memories, sipped a couple of coctails, and let our laughter fill the oaks. Au revoir till our next adventure.

DESTIN LIGHTS

Looking out from the 8th floor of the Tides the harbor scene seemed haunting. In my thoughts I could see a really good book jacket for a Patrica Cornwell mystery novel. /b>