The King of Driftwood Paradise

There are people you photograph, and then there are people who quietly become part of the way you see the world. Mr. Adam Morales was one of those rare people.

As you read through this article, you may find yourself wondering why I refer to him so formally as Mr. Adam Morales—over and over again. The answer is simple: it is the way I always referred to him. At first—before we became friends—it was out of respect, but then—the more I got to know him, the more I realized that the name was more of a very deserving title—as if addressing royalty. To me, Mr. Adam Morales was royalty - he was Swamp Royalty. He was a breed of Cajun that has all but died out.

I rode with my dear friend, Gene Seneca, on the day that I was to meet Mr. Adam Morales at his home in Pierre Part, Louisiana. His modest home sat at the very edge of the swamp, where the dry ground surrendered to cypress knees and dark water. Scattered around the yard were hundreds of driftwood sculptures—as though the swamp itself had decided to populate the property with its own strange creations.

His home was also home to the Cypress Swamp Driftwood Family Museum, where every sculpture told a story about the swamp and the man who knew it so well.

At first glance, Mr. Adam Morales seemed wonderfully eccentric. That much was obvious from the sculptures that surrounded his home. But beneath that playful spirit was an exceptionally grounded man. That became evident only after spending time on his porch listening to stories of a lifetime spent in the swamps. 

Although Adam appeared on Swamp People, and visitors came from around the country—including actress Eva Marie Saint and members of SEAL Team Six—none of it changed him. Fame rested lightly on his shoulders. He remained exactly the man I first met on that front porch beside the swamp.

Mr. Adam Morales was a kid at heart. It was evident in each of our conversations, and it was  blatantly apparent in the sculptures he created. In his back yard, which was actually the swamp, he had bins piled high with pieces of driftwood. He called them his "body parts", as the driftwood pieces resembled arms, legs, fingers, etc. - and each were segregated to their own bin. It was from these pieces that he would build his sculptures.

Every time we wandered through his collection of driftwood, Adam would suddenly stop, reach into a pile, and pull out a weathered piece of wood. I would see only an oddly shaped piece of wood. Adam would see a tiger waiting to be discovered. Then, as he turned it in his hands, suddenly I saw the tiger too. He had a way of teaching you to see it too.

In the latter years, Mr. Adam Morales began making oversized lawn chairs out of driftwood. I always wanted to buy a couple, but I never was able to transport them home - they were far too large.

For many years, Mr. Adam Morales made his living harvesting Spanish moss from the swamps. Standing in a small motorized boat, he would use a long pole to pull the moss from the cypress trees before selling it to florists and plant nurseries throughout the region. Then, almost overnight, synthetic moss entered the marketplace, and a way of life that had sustained him for decades simply disappeared.

It was dangerous work. More often than not, venomous snakes were hidden among the moss. When the moss dropped into the boat, the snakes often came with it. Adam never spoke of it as though it were extraordinary. To him, it was simply another day in the swamp.

I am a firm believer that, as we make our way through life - along the path of this great journey, we encounter experiences, and people that, in my way of thinking, become ingredients in the cauldron of soup that is our life's journey. The deeper and more genuine those encounters become, the richer the soup becomes. Mr. Adam Morales became one of the richest ingredients in mine.

Several days ago, word reached me that Mr. Adam Morales had died. With his passing, I couldn't help but feel that a little of old Louisiana had gone with him.

Mr. Adam Morales sitting in his ‘backyard’.

I know that each timeI return to south Louisiana, I will feel the longing to visit with him - and a sadness will become present in my heart. But I am forever grateful to have known Mr. Adam Morales—The King of Driftwood Paradise.

_David