By day 4 we had figured out where lives the bayou.
Siri found a place called the mosquito bar. I shot these photos and we went in.
Couple cats sitting at a bar, some old lady with curlers making bloody mary's. They had never heard the likes of it. A house on a trailer? Photographers who shoot buildings?
Within 20 minutes we had a new beer and were riding in some plumber's truck.
That apparently was one potential build site, on the left. I was much more interested in the neighbor's place to the right.
At Ammon's place there would be zero construction projects. He had asked his landlord so he must have been partially serious, but he had found neither a trailer nor a building site.
The next site was up the road a ways.
I remember talking that night about space walks and paul macarthy. I know we never made any deal for photography, he promised in the morning he would do whatever we wanted in terms of lights and anything. Oh, and we could have the guest room.
He assured us that he was always up before daybreak.
Or shortly there after.
We did a bunch of night photography too, there's a couple posts in this folder. I might forget.
I think these are the only second story photos we've ever gotten of the bayou.
Jim made us breakfast, offered us showers, and anything else he could possibly consider to give.
He became a long term friend, after first gifting an early lesson learned about people actually born and raised on a bayou.
