05/23/2026
🌿 This one takes me right back to a foggy mid-December morning on my usual Bayou hopping route.
I started in Bayou Blue, wound through Bourg and Montegut, hit Point aux Chenes (wisteria-covered foreground with old oaks draped in Spanish moss, those tree limbs stretching over the water where plenty of Brown Pelican, Double Crested Cormorants, Anhingas all sit, the incredible statue of Jesus at the end near the marina, the beautiful wild horses that roam the swamps), then made my way down Island Road, eventually to Chauvin, then down to Cocodrie on to Bayou Sale Road(incredible 8 mile winding stretch), and eventually to Falgout Canal Road — where I captured this image.
That morning the fog was so thick the usual cast of characters (egrets, herons, pelicans, even the occasional owl) had vanished. I was out testing a new Canon lens and feeling frustrated… until I flipped the script and challenged myself with landscape photography instead.
The result? Several moody swamp scenes, including this one that became my best seller: “The Rougarou’s Hideaway.”
What most folks don’t realize about days like this: that heavy fog isn’t just atmospheric — it’s created by the wetlands’ incredible temperature regulation and high humidity. These bayous act like giant sponges, filtering water, buffering storms, and supporting life even when you can’t see it moving.
Real bayou life — not the fantasy version. Just raw, beautiful, and always teaching me something new.
What’s one thing about Louisiana’s bayous or wetlands that most people don’t know — or a change you’ve seen over the years? Share it in the comments 👇