South Jetty. Venice FL. July 2015. 

I’ve never been more tempted. I wonder if it moves. 

I wanna know what’s hiding under there. Corvette? Corsair? Falcon? Who knows. I’m always curious when I see covered cars.

Somewhere in the guts of Florida on the side of 301 I bought some lousy peaches from an overheated kid in a stained tank top  just so I had an excuse to pull over and take this photograph. Florida is so perfectly weird. 

Night and day at the Miccosukee Service Plaza on Alligator Alley. 

Lines and gulf colors on approach to Tampa

Wrenchin’ with Todd and his buddy on a beautiful Sunday afternoon in Florida. 

Warming up in the Florida winter.

Along with being a wonderful place to go home to Venice Florida also claims the title of “Shark’s Tooth Capital of the World.” This derives mainly from the abundance of fossilized sharks teeth that can be found in the tidewaters and washed up on the beach. 

Each year the city celebrates its sobriquet (shameless use of unnecessary word here, just learned it yesterday) by hosting the annual Shark’s Tooth Festival. 

Along with the typical small town festival fare like chicken on a stick, funnel cake and cheap coldish beer attendees can walk away with giant shark jaws or bags full of sharp little thousand year old teeth. It’s Florida kitsch at it’s best. 

shorelines… Gulf and Atlantic. 

“Let the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest reveries- stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that region”

 - Herman  Melville, Moby Dick

beach days.

It took me something like 15 hours to get from Venice Florida to New York. This documents some of that journey. Missing is footage of the room at Comfort Inn that Delta set me up with and the strange food I was able to get at 1 a.m. with my $6 food voucher… 

Things I saw while thrifting in Florida.

Someone in my hometown owns and presumably drives this thing…