A Picture is Worth.....

  I have been told that I take far too many pictures.  Son purchased some sort of external hard drive thing to store some of the older ones but I have folder after folder of photographs on my computer.  It is just something that I do.  I feel it necessary as so many things are quietly, yet quickly, becoming things of the past.  Documenting small moments in time of happenings on the Bayou has become a major quest of mine. Not that any of these photographs are frame-worthy nor are they professional by any means, I just think a record should be kept. Every once in a great while, I take a picture that "speaks" volumes....at least to me.  No, I am not claiming that it is one of those that will go down in the history books as great artistry but rather that it has some small, yet special, meaning personally.  

  The other morning, Mark and I were on the pier watching the sunrise. The sky was heavily overcast with threatening clouds but, still, there was something quite serene about the morn.  I busied myself with photographing the sunrise while he fished.  Not once did I notice the completeness of any of the pictures that I was taking nor did I recognize the extent of how these pictures would personify the Bayou itself.  I was just snapping one after the other and enjoying being a part of such a magnificent creation as this amazing world.

  Once we returned to the Little Bayou House, I checked the photographs and was pleasantly surprised at a few of them.  One in particular captured my attention. It was a lone osprey flying high above the Bayou that perfected the shot.  That osprey was searching for breakfast for its young that were nested in the back of the Bayou. Its struggle for survival contrasted against the peacefulness of the morn was extraordinary.  Perhaps, others will not be affected by the tranquility verses the inner struggle but it spoke volumes to me.  I needed that.