Morgan City is a small bayou town here in south Louisiana. Well, I say “bayou town”, but it sits on the banks of the lower-Atchafalaya River. It’s a big commercial fishing and shrimping community, and there’s no denying it’s role in the oil and gas industry.
It also holds a special place in my heart. Largely due to the fact that it’s my Mom’s hometown and is the first town that Tracey and I planted ourselves after getting married. My grandparents home still sits on Ditch Avenue, with a big old oak tree in the front yard. Generations of my family have played, visited, and shared special moments under and on that old tree’s roots. It was even the location where I proposed to Tracey.
Though the house is no longer in our families possession, I still think of it as our family tree. There are pictures of it if you look back through my Flickr account.
Anyway, I took a moment last week to walk the downtown street of Morgan City with a buddy of mine, both of us just looking to get some photos. The sun had all but set, and the streets were mostly empty. It made for some nice images, in my opinion anyway…