A Louisiana native chasing the light.
Photography and Digital Art.
SPANISH MOSS MEMORIES
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Her grandfather loved this old Oak and it made the perfect backdrop for this picture. She is a teenager now and I plan to get a updated picture of her and her dad.
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.
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>
Well! Todays picture was like the big box of crayons we played with as kids. Ya'll remember, Sea Green and Blue Grey. Last night the storm came just close enough to us to get the Grey Goose flowing and stories being retold of childhood beach vacations. My nephews could write a best selling book. Anyone that knows the Faucheaux boy's can understand. /b>
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