In less than a week, the most devasting flooding in decades has overtaken the beloved city of my youth. And I have seen hardly a news report about it. Thousands will lose their homes, their memories, yet will be thankful … Continue reading Forgotten/Louisiana
This is for my friend, Karen, over at Standing at the Mouth of Truth, a wonderfully written, honest blog about truth in every day terms. How we live, how we communicate and how we accept the events of our lives. Check her site out when you have time. Here is another of my little friends, Karen! I once thought of doing a series but it never got beyond that. .. Remember…a little quiet meditation can make a world of difference in your journey….. Continue reading Crustacean Meditation….
Okay, so before you get all excited, perhaps I should have titled that, Balloons Over the Hood or maybe When the Winds Fail or perhaps America’s Funniest Festival Mishaps or better yet If the Great and Powerful Oz Were Here, There Would Be a Dead Witch! Anyone who visits my blog often or knows me on g+ will understand that I was out for my daily dose of natural Vitamin D and God’s glorious creation; and as on most days, I took along my camera. Not just the phone this time, it was a real camera for a change. … Continue reading Oz in My World?
When my husband sent me a text saying a couple of my favorite birds were visiting the lake this morning, of course I grabbed the camera… I was very close, maybe 12-15 feet trying to be as stealthy as possible with my camera and ginormous zoom lens. It was okay for the first couple of shots; but soon enough it grew impatient with the camera lady and took off to the other side of the lake. It The shot above is my favorite, like a crop duster dipping its wing in greeting as it makes its way toward the day’s … Continue reading Heron Blues
When I visited the lake today, all the (smart) wildlife had taken to the shore, seeking shelter from the chilly winds, waiting for the sun to make a real appearance. I do believe I have seen a bird shiver… Continue reading Intolerable Chill
Okay, so on this past Wednesday I felt a tugging at my soul to get out and take some photos. It had been over a week and I just felt the need. Not that the weather was lovely-it was cold … Continue reading The Pelican Party
There is a beautiful singer from our neck of the woods, Lucinda Williams, that I have enjoyed for some years now. This is one of her most poignant songs and has special meaning to me. Too many words are tossed … Continue reading Broken Butterfly
Welcome to Madisonville! Here in this oak lined, slow-paced city in Louisiana is where the annual Wooden Boat Festival is hosted yearly in early Autumn. Although I am a native of Louisiana and have spent a better part of my adult life here, I have only just this weekend had the pleasure of making it to the festival. In my defense, this IS hurricane season; and past thoughts of attending were thwarted by the appearance of sudden storms, cold fronts and any number of “child emergencies”, including, but not limited to, school functions. Now that my husband and I are … Continue reading World of Wooden Boats…the Festival in Madisonville, LA
Thanks to the tropical storm that didn’t become a big, bad hurricane, we have been enjoying cooler temperatures here in the land of moss and mosquitoes. I awoke to a nippy 62 degrees this morning and couldn’t wait to get dressed, grab my camera and head out for a walk. I felt surely all of nature must be as relieved as I was at the drop in temperature. I didn’t even mind the few initial goosebumps that traveled up my bare shins where my cropped pants stopped short. They soon became a memory as I felt the sun on my … Continue reading Welcome Autumn!! How Happy I Am
In my neighborhood there are two lovely, simple man-made lakes. They attract some of the loveliest wildlife you can find in a city setting. I never know just who will be there when I happen by, but I am always armed with my camera and high hopes. Yesterday this was the main event. I named it the Watcher of the Lake. Preening, oblivious to my attentions and indifferent to the adoration I was showering it with, it continued its daily business. A stroll down beside the shore, to strut its stuff. Giving me the eye. It must have stood there … Continue reading Heron Lake or Why I Take Walks