“Louisiana in September was like an obscene phone call from nature. The air--moist, sultry, secretive, and far from fresh--felt as if it were being exhaled into one's face. Sometimes it even sounded like heavy breathing. Honeysuckle, swamp flowers, magnolia, and the mystery smell of the river scented the atmosphere, amplifying the intrusion of organic sleaze. It was aphrodisiac and repressive, soft and violent at the same time.”
~Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume
A morning tour through the swamps on a slow moving boat with the sounds of the cicadas singing loudly in the background was a surprisingly sweet and cool way to begin our day. We saw plenty of bald cypress trees with their "knees" sitting the in the bayou and 'gators swimming close by...
~Nancy ~ 179/360
~Nancy ~ 179/360
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