The land and the water are in a constant dance here in bayou country.
As we have learned in our pilgrimage to here, Amarillo was about the wind, Albuquerque was about sun, and Abbeville, Louisiana was about rain. It rains here one out of every three days, all through the year. And during our time here, the rain fell more than that (three days straight) creating broad brush-strokes of water – thick and heavy. It turned our Airstream into a drum as it beat down on the roof, and slapped against the sides. It shuttered the windows behind waterfalls. Ponds appeared behind our campsite, small trees tipped over into the soft earth. The forest of cypress trees turned into a swamp of cypress trees.
pilgrimage to here 