And gen-1 iPhone photography.
Preach, JJ Grey.
“I used to think it was ‘cause I was in love with my childhood, like a romantic, but it’s really something here. This place, this place says something to me, does something to me.” Yes it does.
The latest, courtesy of my mom and Dr. Tom:
“How will U spend eternity: SMOKING OR NON-SMOKING?”
“Don’t worry — Moses was a basketcase, too!”
- Both from somewhere between Birmingham, AL and Apalachicola, FL.
None of my cameras functioned during this vacation, except my damaged iPhone cam.
So I have no pictures of my nephews, my family or my friends or the fish caught, but I have this cloudy picture of my favorite place on Earth from my last day on the beach.
Last day on the panhandle.
I might just stay at the Cape forever?
This young photographer continues to impress me.
A Restless Transplant consistently produces gorgeous photos of his current home in the Northeast. I always see some of William Christenberry and Walker Evans in his work.
At the end of this month, I’ll drive six hours though Alabama and north Florida to vacate with my family. I will probably be doing the drive, through what I think has to be one of the most colorful areas in the country, by myself. So I might make a day of it and photograph it all the way, like I’ve always wanted to do.
Along with the awesome church marquees (“Don’t worry— even Moses was a basket-case!”), there are always azaleas, wild life and homes that I want to document. And there’s a one-lane road through Tate’s Hell that you just have to see to understand.
Clubhouse and the Gulf at Barrier Dunes.
I gotta get down to the Cape! Ahhh.