Thursday, September 12, 2019

Circulation in Gulf

The big swirl in the Gulf of Mexico now has a 10% chance of becoming a cyclone formation within the next 48 hours. 









Cajun Gold Book Reviewed

Jeff Salter interviewed me on his writers' blog a couple of months ago, and today he posted his review of my Cajun Gold novel on his website. Here is a link to it. 

https://fourfoxesonehound.wordpress.com/2019/09/12/a-screwball-hoot-from-bayou-land/

Jeff has written a number of books and I appreciated his looking over my novel.

To read his interview with me, CLICK ON THIS LINK. 

Sunday, August 11, 2019

Rickety Picket Fence

Here's a picture of a picket fence in need of repair...


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Flash Flood Foundation

This is what happens when your house foundation is washed away in a flash flood. 


It must be a well-built house to still be standing with only half a foundation.

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

Blaine Kern's Mardi Gras World

Tucked away in the shadow of the bridge crossing the Mississippi River in New Orleans is a former riverside warehouse that now houses Blaine Kern's Mardi Gras World. It is a huge collection of Mardi Gras floats, artwork, and sculptures, outlandish creatures, funny faces, and even superhero characters. Plus a pelican or two.

Ten artists work feverishly all year long to produce hundreds of new floats for area parades, sometimes using parts and pieces from previous floats, sometimes creating new creatures altogether. In addition to Mardi Gras floats, the company also provides beautiful/intriguing 3-D artwork for amusement parks, casinos, and specialty businesses. 

The tour of the place takes about 45 minutes and includes a short movie about Mardi Gras, its parades, and the peculiar effects of "Carnival Season" on New Orleans inhabitants and the thousands of out-of-towners who somehow spend $1 billion each year on the extravaganza.

Here are some pictures of the more colorful, memorable, amusing and disturbing samples of Mardi Gras madness, captured in papier mache, styrofoam and fiberglas.

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The World of Mardi Gras World


A guided tour



A Work In Progress





Arrrrggghhhh!



A blank float canvas





Musicians


Superheroes


and Superdome heroes


Although they look real, no dalmatians were hurt in the taking of this picture








Tuesday, August 6, 2019

Tibert’s Flying Pirogue


Tibert lives back on the swampy end of the bayou, and he's got himself a pirogue. Now, there's a knack to paddling a pirogue, but it is not fast, no. If you want to go fast in a pirogue you have to paddle first on one side and then on the other side, and you switch sides back and forth as fast as you can. If you don’t switch sides, you wind up going around in circles instead of going in a straight line, and when you're trying to get away from an alligator going in a straight line is a good idea.
Anyway, Tibert was hoping to get a faster boat one day. While he loved his little pirogue, he felt a need for speed, something that wasn't going to happen with anything you had to paddle.
So one day, Tibert came across a used airboat for sale. You know, one of those big aluminum flatboats with the big airplane propeller in the back, wrapped in a wire cage, so you don't get sucked up into it. Tibert decided it was just the thing he needed, but how in the world was he going to afford his own airboat? Well, lo and behold, it was cheap, a real bargain. So he bought it, launched it in the bayou, and cranked it up.
He found out why it was so cheap right away. His new boat had two speeds: off and full blast. There was something wrong with the throttle thing. The engine was either off or run-for-your-life-cause this thing's a'coming thru. It was a little aggravating at first, but Tibert figured it out. Just point the boat in the direction you wanted to go before you start the engine, then hang on.
He really kind of enjoyed going 60 miles per hour through the swamp. With those things you could even go over wet grass. It was loud, but Tibert couldn't hear too good anyway, so that was okay. He could zoom over to the Bayouside quick stop real fast to pick up a six pack, as long as he remembered to cut the engine off half a mile out so he could coast on in the rest of the way.
Eventually he and the quick stop guy figured out that as soon as the quick stop guy heard the roar of the propeller, he would just step out the back with a six pack and toss it to Tibert as he whizzed by. One time Tibert didn't catch it and the whole six pack hit the big propeller. That was a mess. That only happened once, though. The water moccasins were drunk for a week.
Nobody told Tibert to stay away from cypress trees with his airboat, so the first few times he came close to a bunch of cypress trees, he was wondering what all those bumping sounds were on the bottom of the boat. He could hardly hear them over the roar of the propeller. He swung close to the cypress trees a few more times and finally figured it out, the cypress knees barely sticking out of the water were doing a number on the bottom of his boat.
His boat's aluminum hull started looking pretty banged up. In his pirogue Tibert could glide right in-between the cypress knees and no problem. With the 60 mile per hour airboat, though, those things were whacking the heck out of his boat bottom.


It only took a couple more times before the cypress knees started poking holes in the boat and ripping it down the middle. So when that happened Tibert turned the engine off, gradually came to a stop in the swamp and his airboat sank right then and there. Of course, since the water was only two feet deep, Tibert just stepped out of his boat and walked back home. The propeller and the engine didn't even get wet. It was just sitting on top of the shredded aluminum hull.
That's when Tibert got his great idea.
He brought in his trusty pirogue and bolted the big wire cage airplane propeller and engine to the back of his pirogue.  The first time he cranked up the airboat engine on the pirogue was a real life-changing experience, but pretty soon, Tibert got the hang of it.  Now he would whip through those cypress knees at 60 miles per hours and no problem. He was the talk of the bayou,  people would wave at him when he whizzed by at 60 miles per hour on his pirogue. It was the birth of a legend. 


Somewhere back in the bayou was the wreck of an old seaplane. Tibert had passed it many times. Years earlier, that seaplane was landing on the bayou and bang, it hit a bunch of cypress knees, and the little airplane just keeled over and half-sunk in the muck.  They just left it there.
Tibert suddenly had an even more brilliant idea. He thought that if he unbolted the wings from the old seaplane and bolted them to the side of his pirogue, that, together with the airboat engine and propeller, he could actually fly down the bayou. I mean FLY down the bayou.
So, after some effort, he got the wings off the old seaplane and hooked them up to the side of his pirogue. He paddled out to an open stretch of bayou, a long straight stretch of water. Then he hit the switch on the airboat engine and took off down the bayou. Man, he was whipping down through the egrets and alligators, with the wings on the pirogue sticking out both sides, pulling down the moss that was hanging from the trees.
Tibert was amazed. He just knew that at any second, his pirogue would take off and zoom off into the sky. There was one thing he hadn't counted on, however. When he took the wings off the seaplane, he didn't make any notes about how they were attached. He wound up bolting the wings onto his pirogue upside down.
The faster the pirogue went, the lower the pirogue went into the water. Faster and faster, lower and lower. Then, at last, the front bow of the pirogue went underwater, and... well, several eyewitnesses gave their accounts of what happened, but their stories vary.
Needless to say, at 60 miles per hour, once the bow went under, the pirogue just suddenly disappeared in a big splash. It sort of dived straight down, ramming into the swamp bottom muck at a tremendous speed. Salvage crews later found it 25 feet down, with wings still attached. The airboat engine was ruined of course, but that wasn't the worst part.
Poor Tibert, when the pirogue plunged underwater at 60 miles per hour, he was flung out of his seat and he went flying down the bayou all by himself, hitting the surface of the water and bouncing up and down, sort of like what a flat stone does when you skip it across a lake. He must have skipped down the bayou 12 or 14 times. He landed at the edge of the bayou where it takes a little bend. He was a little dazed.
There was one of those big Cajun weddings going on at the moment, with about 200 people in attendance, plus the priest and the bride and groom, who were just about to take their vows.
Well, when they heard the big commotion on the bayou, and heard the rapidly approaching skipping sound, they all turned around and there they saw Tibert, a little wobbly, but managing to stand up at the edge of the water. All that skipping down the bayou had torn all his clothes off, so he was standing there without a stitch on. The wedding guests were shocked, of course, and the bride screamed. In fact, she fled the scene and by the end of the following week she had become a nun.

Thursday, August 1, 2019

Hancock County Map Production

Here's the production sequence video for the 2019 Hancock County pictorial map featuring Bay St. Louis and Waveland, Mississippi. Click on the play triangle to start the video, then the "[ ]" in the bottom right to enlarge the view. 


It took about a month to draw the pen and ink base map, then digitizing it and using the computer to add colors, shading and texture.

Wednesday, July 31, 2019

Leeds Map

Here's the downtown map I drew of Leeds, Alabama, back in 1988, some thirty years ago. 


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Wednesday, July 24, 2019

Lunar Landing Motel

On a vacation trip a few years ago, we stopped at a small roadside motel in Lamar, Colorado. One of its rooms was decorated with space scenery on the walls, so naturally we asked for that one. Here are some pictures of what it is like when your motel room is surrounded by a lunar landscape (and comets!)


A bed among the craters



Comet in the corner. Don't get too close to the thermostat!


Just the right size for hugging...


Watch out for that comet!


Some days it just feels like this.

Sunday, July 21, 2019

Donaldsonville Roots

This picture was published on August 13, 1961, showing a scene from 1903 in which a family from Donaldsonville, LA, is heading for the annual fireman's parade. I found this clipping from the Dixie Roto Magazine (Times Picayune, New Orleans, LA) in my grandmother's files, and since she was from Donaldsonville, I suspect it has some family significance. Click on the image to make it larger.