Louisiana Outdoor Heritage

The Last Pick-Up

...Old milk cans, now replaced by shining stainless steel containers, waiting by the roadside to be picked up for market.
This drawing was done when we lived outside of Green Bay, Wisconsin, secluded on a rocky cliff above the Bay. Wisconsin is a beautifully unrushed and serene state with deep forests and friendly people. We lived in a cabin with no running water, so we hauled our supply in old milk cans from the closest dairy farmer. He and his family were from Belgium and barely spoke a word of English, yet they were some of the finest Americans I've met.

 

Swamp Life

Deep into the swamps are quiet little shanties roosted on stilts to keep them from sinking into the dark waters. The only way to travel is by a boat, which is tied out front. There is also a long, narrow boardwalk leading to the nearest levee where his horse grazes, and to a platform where, if he has one, is a pick-up truck. I am intrigued with the way these people live - many of them are Cajuns - descendents of Acadians, who still speak a French dialect.
It is a different world in those swamps; the people are not obtrusive or violent, but rather peacably tucked and about the trees and hanging moss.

 

Winter Winds

Winter brings on a blanket of snow, sparing
nothing in its wake.
Inside there is warmth and security.
Let the cold winds blow.

Tabernash

 

 

Teal

Heron