I had the good fortune of experiencing a slice of life at Caddo Lake in February. It’s a still and quiet place during the winter months, with a life explosion lurking in the coming spring. The Spanish moss covered cypress trees stand like tall grey ghostly giants dripping in paint. Toby, pictured above, is a man of Caddo. Cautiously working one’s way through the maze of muted swamp forest, a sense of generations that came before Toby can be felt in it’s shallow mystical depths, checking their trotlines and beaver traps, communing with the boundless life that thrives there.