Ferry at Sunset

Maureen "Meaux" Gatto of Bucksmont relief sent me this photo. She and I happened to cross the Bay together at the same time yesterday at about mid-day on the ferry and she came back at sunset. As we talked she commented that she wasn't a 'water person' but that there was something about 'this place' that had gotten in her blood. I understand. The people, the culture, the water- there is something, an odd something that gets in you down here. Curt calls it the 'Lagniappe magic'. I think it is sitting front-row, center to the beauty and the tragedy that is presently the Bay-Waveland area. There is a duality here, something tragic AND beautiful concurrently. The water draws people here. I know that is a statement of double ontondra (sp?). The hurricane waters drew us here, but those same waters shimmering at dusk draw us too. It is a privilege to have such 'good seats' in the theater of God's redemptive history. It is beautiful and tragic. Thanks for the photo, Meaux and especially for the reminder.