Spanish Lake

The sunrise drew me towards a early morning drive around the lake. But as I drove near the bait shop a young girl began waveing a white flag through the window. You have to pay the fee she said. Two dollars she told me. I would have paid much more for the chance to take this picutre. I'm learning and its such an adventure for me.

Celebration of Lights

It won’t be long before the Saint Lucy’s Day celebration of lights comes around. As evening falls on the church square of St. Martin de tours families gather together. It’s said that her mission was about peace and kindness.

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.