Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Gifts For the Frugal v. 2016

An ATM in Awassa, Ethiopia.

It's getting that time of year again. Gift suggestion lists. I've got a penchant for looking at gift recommendations for the budget-minded traveler or just for the budget-minded.

Most of the time, the suggestions are for some level of "budget" that is over my head. Like some of these.

Liberty Bank, Mestia, Svaneti, Georgia

Adventurous Kate has offered one of the best, the meatiest, the most comprehensive gift lists I've seen. She has many items that are less than $25. For people who feel good just reading lists, it delivers many utils of satisfaction.

There's also "What Do You Want For the Holidays? For Frugally-Minded Folks," by Trent Hamm. I like all of his suggestions except for the Fitbit idea. The last thing I want is to be dictated to by a little tyrant strapped on my wrist.

ATM in Yerevan, Armenia.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

Life Hacks From the Road: Fishing and Friends

Lake Martin, Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. September 2014.

By living rootless, I have the privilege of meeting people with life experiences that I might not encounter if I were rooted.

This, in turn, means I get to learn cool stuff that I might not otherwise learn.

Thus a new series: Life Hacks From the Road.

My first hack is about fishing and friends, and it comes from a fellow TLGer, Jennifer.

Jennifer and her husband, Martin, stood outside chatting with me one Sunday morning following a Catholic Mass in Tbilisi. We talked about meeting people in new places. About creating a social network from scratch.

Jennifer explained her easy-going philosophy:

I'm at a pond.
There are a lot of fish in the pond.
I throw a line out to see if a fish bites.
Sometimes a fish bites, I reel it in, and it's good.
Sometimes no fish bite, so I just throw out a line later. Or in a different spot.
Sometimes a fish bites, I reel it in, and it's not to my taste, and I release it back into the water.

Me being an introvert, analytical, sometimes-overthinker - gee - Jennifer's philosophy was so simple: Sometimes you land a fish, sometimes not, sometimes you gotta let it go, no big deal. Tomorrow's another day.

But you've got to throw out a line.

Saturday, November 19, 2016

Louisiana: Opelousas: Highway 190 West of Town

Highway 190, west Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

On a sunny day in October 2015, I explored a bit the part of Highway 190 that's on the west side of Opelousas.

Club 190 West, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

The structures there told a story of a time back in the 1950s, for the most part, when there was a line of happening little nightclubs, like Club 190 West and the Southern Club, and other small businesses.

The Southern Club, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

A slideshow below, playing to a vintage Bessie Smith tune:

Off of Highway 190 is a tree-lined area, home to the defunct Oaks Motel and Lounge, which closed in 2014.

Oaks Motel and Lounge, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

From the Daily World:
The Oaks Motel and Lounge, an Opelousas landmark for decades, is going away.
" ... It was an icon,” ....“Man! I can still taste that red draft in those frozen mugs. ...."
Colver Lafleur built the club and adjoining apartments. They opened at 218 S. Liberty St. in Opelousas on Sept. 13, 1957.

If you were a young person looking for a good time, it was the place to be.
The Oaks was famous for its red draft beer. “It was about two fingers of tomato juice then topped off with draft beer and served in an ice cold mug straight out of the freezer,” remembers Lainey Prejean Smith, Lafleur’s granddaughter. “We also had cherry Coke with real cherries for those not old enough to drink.”

[When The Oaks opened in 1957], [r]ock ‘n’ roll was in its infancy, and the joint had a jukebox that played all the hits of the day. “I danced many nights away in front of that jukebox, cher,” Smith said.
And by nights, she meant all night. “Until the blue laws were passed in the 1970s, the Oaks was open 24 hours a day. You would start the evening with a draft beer and end the morning with the big, hot cup of coffee and a hot sausage,” Smith said.

Sports writer Bobby Ardoin remembers the place always had a card game going on in the back room. “There was always a big black pot of stew or gumbo cooking. You would grab a bowl and just sit down and play,” Ardoin said. “Many a bourrĂ© game was played there,” posted Cindi York Cooper.

Randy Herpin remembers those all-night card games well. "Dr. (S.J.) Rozas was a regular. He was one of those doctors who still made house calls and would take chickens as payment,” he recalled.
The club and its iconic neon sign reached an audience beyond Opelousas when they surfaced in the music video of Sammy Kershaw’s 1994 chart topper “Third-Rate Romance.”

Vine and Liberty, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

Someone received a public warning.

Off Highway 190, Opelousas, Louisiana. October 2015.

Friday, November 18, 2016

Louisiana: Opelousas: A Holy Ghost Parade 2015

Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade, Opelousas High School Marching Band, Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2015.

In 2014, I went to the Holy Ghost Creole Festival for the first time.

I went again in 2015. Today's post is all about the Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade.

Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade, Opelousas High School Marching Band, Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2015.

I just smile thinking about this day, looking at these photos. A beautiful, proud-ful day of gladness to be alive. How can you not be happy when there are marching bands?

And soft smiles?

Holy Ghost Creole Festival Parade, Opelousas, Louisiana. November 2015.

Here's a slide show with kickin' music from the United States Army Fife and Drum Corps:

Smile with me.

Thursday, November 17, 2016

Louisiana: Buggy Mayhem Nostalgia

Confrontational buggy. Louisiana. December 2015.

Ah, Louisiana, how endearing it is to run across these photos of buggies - grocery carts - shopping carts - lolling about your parking lots so wantonly.

Free range buggies. Louisiana. December 2015.

I first wrote about this cultural practice here.

Snuggling buggies, Opelousas, Louisiana. December 2015.

I go to other states and I see buggies, for the most part, in their proper corrals. But Louisiana buggies; you are free spirits.

Buggies at sunset, Opelousas, Louisiana. January 2016.

Buggies, pretending not to know each other. Lafayette, Louisiana. December 2015.

Buggy herd at night, feeding. Lafayette, Louisiana. December 2015.

Embedded buggies. Lafayette, Louisiana. December 2015.

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Bayou Corne, Louisiana: The Sinkhole, Part 2

Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

Bayou Corne, Louisiana: The Sinkhole, Part 1 is here.

This astonishing 2012 video stunned:

In brief, here's what seems to have happened

From the New York Times: BAYOU CORNE, La. — It was nearly 16 months ago that Dennis P. Landry and his wife, Pat, on a leisurely cruise in their Starcraft pontoon boat, first noticed a froth of bubbles issuing from the depths of Bayou Corne, an idyllic, cypress-draped stream that meanders through swampy southern Louisiana. They figured it was a leaky gas pipeline. So did everyone else.... 

Just over two months later, in the predawn blackness of Aug. 3, 2012, the earth opened up — a voracious maw 325 feet across and hundreds of feet deep, swallowing 100-foot trees, guzzling water from adjacent swamps and belching methane from a thousand feet or more beneath the surface.

Oil-industry-related actors caused the collapse of the natural infrastructure.

Well, oil-industry-related actors were the immediate causal agents.

Indirect actors were (are) local, regional, state, and national officials with mixed interests; men and women whose livelihoods currently depend (directly and indirectly) on the oil industry; and all of the rest of us - including me - who, for so many reasons, don't ask questions.

What caused the sinkhole is important.

And what's just as important, in my opinion, is how we interpret such events and their consequences, and that's what this post is about.

First, the anti-climax

I didn't see much of the sinkhole. But I did have other adventures on my journey here, here, here, and here. Not to mention the giant dead snake in the road outside of Pierre Part.

Dead snake outside Pierre Part, Louisiana. July 2014.

I was reminded of some life lessons

Lesson #1: Getting truly informed on an issue takes a lot of time and effort. When I was a college student during the Reagan Era, I had a project in which I needed to study the US military relationships in Central America, specifically Honduras. It was a revelation how difficult it was to get a full picture (if I even ever did) of what was going on there at the time.** I discovered that it takes a concerted effort, looking at multiple information sources, to learn about just one issue. Not many of us have the time to do this. No wonder we tend to rely on one-note news sources and take black-white positions on certain issues.

Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

Lesson #2: We humans have messy motivations. In the abstract, we want a clean environment or human/civil rights or peace  ... but when it comes to our own wallets and back yards, then the abstract ideals become more difficult to sustain. Heck, even within altruistic communities, there are competing interests. My past work with trails showed me that hikers, cyclists, equestrians, and OTR vehicle riders all love trails and the Great Outdoors - but they don't necessarily agree on how to build, maintain, share, and use trails.

Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

Sinkhole. Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

Sinkhole. Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

Two people look through the same window, and see different things

To wit, below is a loving, lovely visual story of Bayou Corne, filmed in 2014, two years after the sinkhole opened in 2012:

The same woman, "rainbeaudais," published this video a year earlier, in May 2013, titled Sad, Ironic Contrasts Seen at Bayou Corne Today:

When I moved to South Louisiana and readied myself for a visit to Bayou Corne, my internet research revealed that "Rainbeaudais" spoke with a strong voice in the telling of the Bayou Corne story.

When I entered the tiny village that is Bayou Corne, I saw a newish-looking subdivision of houses that lined the bayou. I wondered if this gathering of houses was where Rainbeaudais might live, so I turned in to check it out. Incredibly, I saw a house that looked just like hers, and I parked my car, got out, mustered together some chutzpah, and knocked on her door.

She kindly allowed me to go out on her back deck with her and answered a few questions.

The serene beauty of the bayou was just as she depicted it in her videos. Off her deck, or maybe her neighbor's, I saw this basket of fish - and a snake! - freshly pulled from the water.

Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

Bayou Corne, Louisiana. July 2014.

It's hard to look at such a bucolic scene, such as off of Rainbeaudais' deck, seemingly flush with animal and plant life, and reconcile that with unseen toxins or structural instability below our feet.

Back in mid-2014, when I visited Bayou Corne, Rainbeaudais was confident enough in the safety of her village that she took a huge financial risk. Before the Big Suck, Rainbeaudais owned a lot next to her current home. When her neighbor fled the town, Rainbeaudais bought her neighbor's house with the full understanding that she waived any future right to claim damages if Bayou Corne should sink, explode, or succumb to lethal gases. ... At that time, villagers were still under an evacuation order.

When making such colossal decisions like this, what data do we use?

Way back in the day, when I worked with a couple of agencies that touched on the lives of young single mothers, I read some research on how said women chose a childcare provider. Above all else - with costs and location being equal - it was the vibe, the impressions, the emotive gut instinct that drove the mothers' decisions. Did the potential caregiver seem kindly? Did she look nurturing? Did she feel safe?

Then there's the day I touristed to the Trinity Site - ground zero of an atomic bomb - and saw how normal everything appeared. Hundreds of folks troop to this site twice-yearly. I still have the question I had then: 
"... [I experienced] some cognitive dissonance in the low levels of radiation that exist there today (apparently) versus what we've had pounded into our psyches about how many eons it takes for radiation from an atomic bomb to go to 'safe' levels. Does this mean I take away a sense that atomic weapons are "not that bad"? No. The take-away is my inability to reconcile two alleged realities."

A few months after BP's Deep Horizon spill, I met a friend for lunch. She averred that all of the hoopla about the spill damage was over-wrought and it had unfairly harmed the Gulf Coast's tourism industry and put oil-rig workers out of work.

In the case of the Bayou Corne Sinkhole, gosh, how does a resident make an informed decision about whether or not to stay or go (or, if complying with the early-on mandatory evacuation, to return)? To hold on to one's property or participate in a buy-out?

Being how it's Louisiana - with its willingness to sacrifice fellow Louisianans who are low-income, low-influence, and low-visibility - and which is the butt of jokes about the pervasiveness of its government corruption - would I believe what officials tell me about the risk of danger to myself and my family? Were they over-playing the risk? Or under-playing it?

Once the immediate shock of the Bayou Corne's suck was over, could I believe what my eyes told me about the apparent return to my heretofore idyllic paradise, with the fish still biting, the birds still swooping gracefully, the water still rippling peacefully, the sky still blue, the trees still shading and sheltering?

I couldn't see what was - and wasn't - below my feet. Couldn't feel what was - or wasn't - there. Who could I trust to tell me the truth?

What would I do?

I don't know. 

Current status of the Bayou Corne Sinkhole

The June 13, 2016, Times-Picayune article, Bayou Corne Sinkhole Now Covers 35 More Acres But More Stable, pretty much says it all in the title. But to offer some more details: 
A massive sinkhole that went viral in 2013 swallowing trees in Assumption Parish and forcing more than 300 residents from their homes has quieted down as officials slowly allow residents to come home. ... Previous tests have indicated that there are no further voids that would cause another hole in the area. Other scientific modeling has suggested the hole will not reach the nearby highway or the Bayou Corne waterway. .... it's that stability that has led the parish government to slowly drop mandatory evacuation orders to voluntary evacuations.

 An October 2016 update, as reported in the Baton Rouge Advocate, offers heartier reassurances: 
More than four years since the Bayou Corne sinkhole appeared, Assumption Parish officials declared on Friday that the once growing, burping, oily swampland hole that made worldwide headlines had settled down enough to no longer pose a risk to the public.

Below is the trailer of a movie about the Bayou Corne Sinkhole - and the community - released in 2016, titled The Forgotten Bayou:

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Louisiana: The Sweet Cottage

Cottage by ULL, Lafayette, Louisiana. August 2014.

Gosh, the picture of this cottage is from way back in 2014, my year in Lafayette.

You'd never guess this little sugar dumpling of a place was right by the University of Louisiana-Lafayette campus. So tucked into the trees, so snug, like a young rabbit on a new-grass lawn.

Cottage by ULL, Lafayette, Louisiana. August 2014.

Monday, November 14, 2016

The Disappearing of Louisiana, Part 5: The Control of Nature: Atchafalaya

The Atchaflaya River wants to capture the Mississippi River, and the Mississippi River wants to get caught.

But we are doing all we can to stop that union.

Old River Control Structures. Source: Urban Decay. Credit: US Army Corps of Engineers.

Not long after I moved to Louisiana in late 2013, one of my cultural informants, Michel, turned me on to a 1987 article: The Control of Nature: Atchafalaya.

It was written by John McPhee, published in The New Yorker.

The Control of Nature: Atchafalaya is long, but engrossing. It is WELL worth an investment of reading time.

But if you're in a super hurry, here's a fast-food, go-down-so-easy tasty video on the relentless struggle for control between us humans and the alliance of the Mississippi and Atchafalaya Rivers  below: Go ahead, watch it. It's only a couple of minutes long.

Why does this all remind me of an old 1960s song:


There's the:
  1. Atchafalaya River
  2. Atchafalaya Basin, aka Atchafalaya Swamp, and 
  3. Atchafalaya Bay, aka Delta

The word "Atchafalaya" comes from the Choctaws, meaning "long river." The river is the 5th largest in North America by "discharge."

If the Mississippi were allowed to flow freely, the Atchafalaya would capture the main flow of the Mississippi, permitting the Mississippi to bypass its current path through Baton Rouge and New Orleans. (Credit: wikipedia)

Below is an archival movie, not about the Atchafalaya, but its favored sister, the Mississippi

The River (1937), still shown in academic venues today, for its historic, environmental, anthropological, economic, and artistic values:
"Shows the importance of the Mississippi River to the United States, and how farming and timber practices had cause topsoil to be swept down the river and into the Gulf of Mexico in the late 19th and early 20th centuries."

The narrative is an epic poem. Of beauty, of construction and destruction, of movement, transition, of change.

There is an image sequence of an axe chopping into the side of a living tree; it has the appearance of an assault on flesh. The suspenseful photography, narration, and sound to describe the birth and maturation of a flood builds a thrilling fear into the viewer.

Ah, the ending --> An eloquent manifesto of how we've damaged the Mississippi River Valley. But then, in the tradition of "the road to hell is paved with good intentions," the narrator concludes with this foreshadowing of unintended consequences:
"Flood control of the Mississippi means control in the Great Delta ... and the Old River can be controlled .. We had the power to take the Valley apart, we have the power to put it together again. In 1933, we started .... " 

Related posts

Disappearing Louisiana, Part 1: Stumbling on History
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 2: Water Words
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 3: Paradise Faded: The Fight for Louisiana
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 4: Revetments, Rip-rap, and Other Exotica
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 5: The Control of Nature: Atchafalaya

Sunday, November 13, 2016

Louisiana: New Iberia: Pretty Pretty

New Iberia, Louisiana. July 2014.

My second year in Louisiana (in Opelousas), I think I may have visited New Iberia once. My first year (in Lafayette), I went several times. This included visits with my mother, who had turned me on to New Iberia's most famous fictional resident, Dave Robicheaux. It included several visits with a buddy who was also a Dave fan.

I collected a number of New Iberia photos that I haven't shared previously, so I share them today.

New Iberia is such a pretty town. I had even considered making it my home for my second year in Louisiana instead of Opelousas.

Here are past posts that reference New Iberia in some way.

Despite the town's loveliness, and the complicated seduction of its Dave Robicheaux connection,  my first thought when I think of New Iberia is one of emotional turmoil. This arises from a deep, deep ugliness within a system there, which erupted most publicly when Victor White died in police custody, and when a jail video got out, showing appalling abuse of a prisoner.

So it is with great appreciation for New Iberia's beauty, but tempered by the gravitas of its defects, that I share these photos today.

A slideshow of New Iberia below:

New Iberia
New Iberia, Louisiana.

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Louisiana: Did You Hear About Boudreaux and Thibodeaux?

Gumbo, Pierre Part, Louisiana. December 2013.

Mon Dieu! Southern Louisiana has a Mikho and Maro!

In Southern Louisiana, it's about Boudreaux and Marie, a Cajun couple, and about Boudreaux and friend Thibodeaux jokes. (Thibodeaux' wife is Charmaine.)

I fell into this jokester universe when I went to the Spring 2014 season's first Mercredi concert in Carencro, where I met two gents who, I suspect, have many colorful stories to tell about their youth. (One is a story I'm trying to track down about the mammoth crawfish of 1953.)      

The Boudreaux boys

Two men were sitting at the end of the bar, drinking.
One of the men says to the other, "What's your name?"
The other man says, "Boudreaux."
The first man exclaims, "Mine too!"
He asks the second man, "Where'd you grow up?"
The second man says, "Carencro."
The first man exclaims, "Me too!"
He asks the second man, "What street you grew up in?"
The second man says, "Church Street."
The first man cries, "Me too!"

A third man sitting at the other end of the bar takes all this in and asks the bartender, "Who are those guys"?
The bartender says, "They're twins. They always forget after they've been drinking."

Other Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes


From Sister Lester, with her rich-as-cake Cajun accent and syntax, in the video below:

Friday, November 11, 2016

The Disappearing of Louisiana, Part 4: Revetments, Rip-Rap, and Other Exotica

Mississippi River, Alton, Illinois. May 2011.

My intermittent series on "the disappearing of Louisiana" is about the effects of nature and man on Louisiana's land and waters. Restore or Retreat says that Louisiana loses 25 to 35 square miles of land a year, nearly a football field every hour.

Mississippi River, Alton, Illinois. May 2011.

Where does the land go? ...... It is sinking under water. It is drowning.

To get a handle on all this, I need to learn new words such as those to describe ways to protect coastlines or defend against high water:

Breakwaters: A breakwater is an "offshore structure which is aligned parallel to the shoreline. A fixed breakwater refers to one generally constructed of stone ... . Floating breakwaters [are] firmly anchored and may be constructed of tires, logs, ...  or other floating materials."

There doesn't seem to be consensus on the efficacy of breakwaters, as they can cause collateral problems.

Freeboard: "The height above the recorded high-water mark of a structure (such as a dam) associated with the water." In construction on land, "freeboard is elevating a building's lowest floor above predicted flood elevations by a small additional height, [such as] 1-3 feet above National Flood Insurance Program minimum height requirements."

Revetments: "Structures placed on banks or bluffs in such a way as to absorb the energy of incoming waves. They are usually built to preserve the existing uses of the shoreline and to protect the slope. Like seawalls, revetments armor and protect the land behind them." 

Revetment design. Credit: Pile Buck Magazine

There are different kinds of revetments. For example, in the New Orleans area, the Corps of Engineers use concrete mat revetments and trenchfill revetments

Riprap. Here is a rather grand definition of riprap from Arundel Marine: a protective mound of stones, randomly placed to prevent erosion at a structure or embankment. ... And here is a more prosaic description, which I adapted from wikipedia: rubble used to armor a shoreline.  It feels good to say rubble and riprap in one sentence and have it actually mean something. 

Shoreline protection Cypremort Point State Park, Louisiana

The difference between breakwaters and revetments: "In coastal engineering, a revetment is a land backed structure whilst a breakwater is a sea backed structure (i.e., water on both sides)." Source: wikipedia.

Sills: A sill is a "perched beach," where a beach is built up to be at a higher level then the water.

Sills. Credit: NH Coastal Adaptation Workgroup

Related posts

Disappearing Louisiana, Part 1: Stumbling on History
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 2: Water Words
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 3: Paradise Faded: The Fight for Louisiana
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 4: Revetments, Rip-rap, and Other Exotica
Disappearing Louisiana, Part 5: The Control of Nature: Atchafalaya

Thursday, November 10, 2016

Louisiana: Where I Found My True Love

You know what they say. You'll find the love of your life when you're not looking.

So it was with me.

When did I first meet my love?

As I wandered through the super-lit aisles of a Walmart in Lafayette? 

Or was it at my neighborhood grocery store in Opelousas? The one that used to be the Piggly-Wiggly before it became the Cost Saver? 

And was it the handsome, midnight-blue uniform that first caught my eye? Or was it the price? 

None of these questions matter. Because when I got it home and tasted its loamy, forest-floor, dark richness, I knew we were fated for long-time love.

French Market, Restaurant Blend coffee.

At first, when I left Louisiana, I thought our affair would have to end, and I grieved.

But then I discovered, no, I can order my French Market, Restaurant Blend, online. As many as I want, whenever I want. The perfect relationship.

French Market, Restaurant Blend coffee.

Wednesday, November 9, 2016

Flashback: Laying the Groundwork for a New Career

Seven years ago, I marked this important event: Laying the Groundwork for a New Career.

Here's what I wrote on November 7, 2010: 

Laying the groundwork for a new career 


Today I am in Playa del Carmen, Mexico. I've rented a condo for a month. And for that month, my worldly possessions fit into a small wheeled carry-on and a backpack.

Tomorrow I start a CELTA course in teaching English as a foreign language.

When I finish, I should have a certificate that, in theory, will let me work just about anywhere in the world. Which is really what I've wanted to do from the time I was an adolescent - travel the globe.

During the month, friends Pam and Jackie will join me for a week; later, my mother and Brother3 will join me for a week over Thanksgiving.

As I write this, I hear nearby church bells sounding the hour.
Palm fruit, Playa del Carmen, Quintana Roo, Mexico. November 2010.

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Louisiana: New Iberia: Dave Robicheaux' Fave Diner

Victor's Cafeteria, New Iberia, Louisiana. July 2014.

As a Dave Robicheaux follower, of course I visited his favorite local restaurant, Victor's Cafeteria. It's "where Dave eats."

Victor's Cafeteria, New Iberia, Louisiana. July 2014.

In fact, I ate there twice. Once was when my mom - who turned me on to Dave some years ago - visited me, and who was delighted to check out Dave's haunts in and around New Iberia. Another time was with a buddy who also got into Dave.

Victor's Cafeteria, New Iberia, Louisiana. July 2014.

Victor's Cafeteria, New Iberia, Louisiana. July 2014.

Monday, November 7, 2016

Louisiana: My EDC

South Louisiana EDC

EDC = everyday carry = an item or set of items you carry with you most days.

No idea why, but one of my news apps includes an EDC-of-the-day. It should be no surprise that, for your convenience, each item has a link to Amazon, should you be moved to buy another person's EDC. 

This made me think about my South Louisiana EDC:
  1. Terrycloth wristband to hold a credit card, a little cash, a key
  2. Ear plugs (good for any traveler + especially good for someone who frequents live music venues)
  3. Small metal tin for gum and mints
  4. Lipstick
  5. Compact mirror
  6. Band-aid
  7. Pen
  8. Cheap-ass, ugly, annoying wallet that I can't replace soon enough
  9. One check
  10. A small bit of cash
  11. A credit card or two
  12. Driver's license, library card, health insurance card
  13. Mini notebook 
  14. Comb
  15. Sunglasses 
  16. Keys
  17. Phone


Sunday, November 6, 2016

Louisiana: Lake Martin: Cypress Twists

Cypress in water, Cypress Island, near Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. January 2016.

In January 2016, not long before I moved from Louisiana, I visited the Cypress Island boardwalk over by Lake Martin.

Cypress in water, Cypress Island, near Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. January 2016.

Played with some photos of a cypress standing in the algae'd water.

Cypress in water, Cypress Island, near Breaux Bridge, Louisiana. January 2016.

What is it about these and live oaks that is so entrancing?