I saw the lower bayou lafourche as a land of faith, not necessarily a faith practiced in stone buildings with proximity to alters. This place is woven with a faith in the decaying infrastructure. Faith that bridges, levees, locks, and structures will survive the constant world around it. The land is disappearing. People are not.
Horizons
I rendered these observations with watercolor painted from memory. At each memory I was at a different hight(which will push the the horizon line further for the observer). Each is also from a different point along highway 1, therefore trying to cover as much of lower lafourche as possible in my first visit.
these are nice
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