no loitering, but anyway, here’s a chair

They could NOT be more serious: no loitering is permitted. None. Not at all. Never. Don’t even THINK about it.

But, oh, here’s a chair, just in case…

Grand Coteau, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017

right

Low, dark, serious clouds outside gave the inside of this church a particular glow that I liked very much.

St. Charles Borromeo was known for revolutionizing Catholic education, including the establishment of what became Sunday School. Additionally, he’s the patron saint of obesity, dieting, and stomach ailments. (That might come in handy if you encounter some boudin noir, which I mentioned a couple of days ago.)

St. Charles Borromeo Church
Grand Coteau, Louisiana

photographed 10.22.2017

frozen treats

It rained that day; as we drove we’d move in and out of the storm but it was either raining, about to rain, or just ending. It was the kind of rain that seemed to have been falling forever and would keep falling until the end of time. For someone an arid area, that stood out to me. For people in Port Barre, Louisiana, it was just a Sunday.

The clouds were catching up to us again, so we stopped only long enough to get a photo of this ice cream cone…

Bonus: maybe you know that I’ve been working on a series of monoprints from my ongoing Route 66 project; sometimes, just for fun, I do one that’s not Route 66. Like this one:

Port Barre, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017

made fresh

When I moved to Louisiana (all the way back in the last century), I was unprepared to confront the variety of foods that I’d never seen in Texas. Like whole, boiled crawfish (I’m supposed to do WHAT to the heads?!), or king cake (I’m supposed to do WHAT with the baby?), or beignets (I DID know what to do with those, which was to eat them as soon as possible, and wash ’em down with a cup of café au lait.)

Which brings me to boudin, the famous sausage made from cooked pork (often including liver), rice, onions, peppers, and seasonings, traditionally stuffed into a pork casing. It has a soft, pudding-y texture and you can get it just about anywhere. If you encounter “boudin noir” that means blood sausage so proceed accordingly.

Chataignier, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017

conduit

Conduit*

  • A pipe or channel for conveying fluids, such as water
  • A tube or duct for enclosing electric wires or cable
  • A means by which something is transmitted

Here’s a wall of a tomb, a tiny cross, and (possibly) several kinds of conduit.

Mamou, Louisiana
photographed 10.22.2017

*Thanks to the American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language. And yes. I do own actual dictionaries and thesauruses (or thesauri, if we’re being formal), much to the great amusement of my friends and family.