Wednesday, August 13, 2003

It is mid-August and I have that same feeling of loss about the summer soon to be gone. Next week they'll start to harvest some of the earlier varieties of beans, then will come the corn and rice, then the huge cotton pickers will be making their way through the fields. I dread winter when everything dies.

On a road leading to my house

The bayou beside one of the fields, taken last fall.

Ducks on Old Town Lake, last fall.

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