
These photos, taken by Katie show shore and lake scenes around the lake house we rented last weekend.
The swampy look of lily pads and cypress makes you want to listen to some down home blues, zydeco or
GoGol Bordello, grab a cane pole with a cork, fish for bream and then fire up an iron skillet to pan fry them up so you spend a nice slow evening
gnawing the sweet meat from around their little
bony backs.

I tried a little bass fishing in these pads with old hula poppers and those fancy new
Ribit frogs, made right around here by the
Stanley Bait Company, the ones with the little paddle feet but no luck but a couple of strikes.

Pads and flowers with seed pods spilling out the
kernels of life. I am all poetic, I'll be mad when these babies choke a favorite fishing area like they sometimes do.
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