The Knowledge it Takes

Was just walking around Luling, Louisiana, thinking about how much you have to know to really understand a place, when I found the perfect example on the wall of a lumber warehouse (pictured). So, to understand what this sign means, you have to know: 1) English, as well as the …

Tending the Fire

The breeze, the salt breeze, the fresh breeze, the one that comes off of the Gulf, interrupted by nothing but the bristling silhouettes of oil rigs, rolls across the shifting peaks and valleys of the waterscape, beyond the piled rocks of the breakwaters and comes ashore on the beach of …

Louisiana Summer

The familiar feeling of waking up stiff, still a little drunk, still a little angry, but detached now, like it was all last night because it was, barely, though just enough to venture opening your eyes in your truck, in your driveway, with the sun, already too high, glaring in …

Coastal Louisiana

They say it was the Indians who, in their wanderings, brought the acorns that seeded the oaks that line the secret interior roads that stretch back from the sands of Grand Isle. The word that the beachfront historical display uses is actually “dropped”, indicating (to me at least) a sense …

Morning Hour

I wake up to the sounds of rats fighting in the walls of the camp, a fury of scratching noises interrupted only by the occasional thump. Aside from it being 5 am, it is not as unpleasant as it sounds: its all a part of being out in the marsh. …