Ragnar and I took a swamp tour near lafayette and the man featured in red is Brian champagne, our tour guide, a fountain of flora and fauna information that cascaded out of his creole mouth spliced with cuss words and local anecdotes. Apparently that morning he had found a woman who had tried to commit suicide parked by the docks with a gun, knife and pills in her lap. So on our tour, intercut with descriptions of the beautiful origami inspiring snowy herons was his cell phone conversations with friends that went something like, "yeah she wadn't breathing, had a gun, a knife, not a bead of sweat anywhere. I think she's dead. Well I got to finish up this tour - I'm working right now." Suffice to say that combined with the swamp created a certain je ne sais qua. The swamp was utterly beautiful though, swimming low alongside alligators with dragonflies landing on us every few minutes. Also, brian pulled up next to an alligator nest and pulled out an egg for us to hold. There were small spiders crawling all over it.
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