I had the privilege of shooting a beautiful wedding this morning on a little tributary of Lake Maurepas. My friend Christina’s brother was marrying his girlfriend of three years, Tracy. There were about a dozen people there, and after the ceremony and cake-cutting, Mr. Babin fried some fish for lunch and then we went for a ride through the bayou.
The sun was blazing, of course, and felt absolutely divine. I don’t know how much longer I can go without serious humidity in my daily life. We puttered down the bayou in search of alligators. Everyone aboard was on the lookout for beady eyes poking up from the algae or from around a downed tree or cluster of cypress knees. In about 40 minutes, we saw some turtles, a few white egrets, and a blue heron, but no reptiles. Sun-toasted and disheartened, we turned around to head back.
Our luck changed when we quit looking so hard. Not long after we turned around, Stuart spotted a gator on the bank and we were able to get pretty close until he (she?) decided to head underwater for a while.
It was a gorgeous day with wonderful people, and I can’t thank Christina enough for allowing me to be there!