Bodcau at La. Hwy. 2

When I see places like this, I'm reminded of the early Spanish and French explorers making their way through the Louisiana swamps, how strange it must have been to be approached by aboriginal hominids and trying to establish a means of exchanging information about directions, food and just what you're doing in the area in the first place. Most of the various tribes weren't immediately hostile to newcomers, as such encounters were often welcome opportunities for trade.

Backyard Louisiana Flood

Looking for another image tonight, I happened to glance into a folder of local birds I'd shot a couple of years ago. There are many pictures of this type out there now, but this one of mine that's particularly pleasant. It's easy to imagine the quiet  and calm of this place with egrets flying in to wade quietly looking for a meal of small fish.

La Casa de Cabras Felices

Just a few years back, while scouting locations about 30 miles out of Shreveport, a property owner showed me this old sharecropper's cabin his dad and uncle had moved piece by piece to this location from elsewhere on their farm. For someone as reclusive as me, this place offers unlimited charm, from the lowslung wooden porch, corrugated roof and bare, weathered wood exterior to the interior walls of discarded hardwood flooring throughout. Featuring electricity, well water, pond and large whispering pines, this place has appealed to me from the moment we drove up, I got out of my truck and stepped into pure, organic silence interupted only briefly by the low sound of a cow lowing far in the distance.





Ancient Geologic Residue




Tiny Stranger (3 x 2.5 cm)

 Rummaging through a pile of things accumulated over a while and started to set this rock aside again, but stopped, trying to remember where I picked it up. My first guess is that I might have found it the last time I went out scouting while waiting for a property owner to meet with a film producer and production designer.
I've gotten into the habit of looking for interesting rocks whenever I'm outside waiting for a client. Usually what catches my eye is an unusually pure blue, red or black one, a stone with stripes, uniformly round or clear quartz. Most of those I've accumulated are of long forgotten origins.
I'm not a geologist, so I can't say much about it. The surface is textured such that that it could a piece of coral. I've examined the surface with a loupe and found no patterns anywhere. There is one interuption of its curvature by a small round, raised area, but that offers no clue either.
It doesn't matter what it is or where I got it. For a while it belongs to me. It's unlikely that whomever might one day search through my things will see it and think, "I want this." Most likely, without me, it'll be added back to the Earth, but for now, this finely rounded lump of whatever is one of my little priceless pets.

a little local color

I'd love to find one of these little red trees somewhere by itself so I could add it to my collection.

This is just a very mundane image of a few leaves and the sky, but as much as any scenic, a simple view like this can elicit memories of a number of places.