More Louisiana and Mississippi shots, sans swamp drama

 This is Harold, who pulled over his pickup to come talk to my sister and I while I was photographing the cotton fields. He had a thick Cajun accent, and he thought we were "foreigners from West Texas." He happily posed for a portrait.

Captain Gene, preparing the boat.

Damn ducks. They poop everywhere!

 My parents have a Bengal cat named Jagger.

 No one is safe from the paparazzi.

 This is a pool in Natchez that my mom used to swim at as a child. Sadly, it has been closed for decades due to  racial issues. 

View of the Mississippi River from the deck of a plantation home turned restaurant. (I ate the best pastry wrapped chicken there!) And see that kitty? He was completely limp and open to some serious affection. I gave him loads.

Have a great afternoon!