You’re my kind of photographer if you this grid means something to you.. You also share my pain. 

Black Dragon Wash. Utah. October 2013

Keep Out. On the road between Boulder and Escalante Utah. October 2013. 

Picnic Bench. Somewhere in Utah. October 2013

Crane at dusk outside of Escalante Utah. October, 2013.

Somewhere outside of Capitol Reef National Park. Utah, October 2013

Oven mitt. Greenpoint, Brooklyn. October 2012. 

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. 

beach days.

Someone in my hometown owns and presumably drives this thing…