This blog originates on the banks of the Atchafalaya River, in Louisiana. It proposes to share the things that happen on and by the river as the seasons progress. As the river changes from quiet, warm, slow flow to rises of eighteen feet or more, there are changes in the lives of the birds, fish, amphibians and reptiles that use the river. And the mood of the river changes with the seasons. I propose to note and comment on these things.

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Location: Butte La Rose, Louisiana, United States

I transitioned a few years ago from a career as a water-pollution control biologist. I want to do this blog to stay in touch with a world outside my everyday surroundings, whatever they may be. I like open-minded company and the discussion of ideas. Photo by Brad Moon.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Atchafalaya Is

The Atchafalaya Basin is:

Beyond ownership;
A place where a great river lives;
Where most of our crawfish used to come from;
Where commercial fishermen make a living;
A place of memories for a lot of people;
A home for ghost stories;
A place of great living complexity;
A controlled spillway;
A changing entity;
A smell in Spring;
A scalped wilderness regrowing its trees;
An escape for pleasure fishermen;
A revenue-bringer for sports shops;
A home for alligators;
A migratory terminal for grosbecs;
A place where once you could make a living picking moss;
A magical place for children;
A place where the Corps of Engineers has a huge debt to pay;
The future home of the Mississippi, like it or not;
A place where preservation is impossible but conservation isn’t;
A place that could die of inattention;
Where many have drowned;
Where many have been born;
A place that once welcomed the village of Bayou Chene;
A caged giant;
A vast residence of the Great Mother;
A place cold in winter and hot in summer;
A place where I live;
An unbroken path to Canada and the Gulf of Mexico;
A worthy adversary;
An idea;
A source of inspiration;
A place for old people to teach young people;
A different thing to each person who is touched by it.

Spring, 2002


Blogger Becky said...

You express it beautifully. I can hear your voice. Thank you. The grandkids are already starting to feel it. Colin loves it there. He looks forward to sharing it with you every time we come. He loves your stories. Please don't stop telling them.

February 22, 2006 6:21 PM  

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