The photo above was taken at Manchac on Lake Maurepas.
I spent a great amount of time on the Mississippi River when I was a kid. The rivers, ponds, lakes and canals of Louisiana frequently appear in my writing. These can be beautiful, reflecting bright cumulous, and they can be nasty, covered in oil and smelling of rotting fish. Show both. This is life.
“The truth is not always pretty; sometimes, it is sweaty pores, damp skin and apertures.”