“A prosthetic leg with a Willie Nelson bumper sticker washed ashore on the beach, which meant it was Florida.
Then it got weird.”
On the following day, a fierce storm raged, shaking my tiny Airbnb house on its footers. Due to tornado warnings, I was forced to stay in and hunker down. What better time to get out my paints? Here's the painting I created that afternoon inspired by the magical mood of the springs. I also included some of my Florida impressions below which I jotted down in my notebook along the way.
In Florida...
I saw manatees lounging lazily in crystal blue springs, with no jobs;) I saw a snowy white egret aloft above the highway, a flat round fish
I saw banyan trees absurdly sending branches back down into the ground forming fortresses and jails with bough bars and strangler figs hugging palm trees slowly to death in overzealous protection.
I saw the costume worn by a Wallenda as he flew through the air with the greatest of ease. It was in a glass case, moth-eaten, dusty and stationary.
The air smelled alternately of sulphur, marijuana, a sewer, the sea, and then a sweet tropical flower.
Spanish moss hung everywhere. Shells, wet and whole, washed ashore. Feral pigs congregated. There were roadside trailers, pain management clinics, and conspicuous wealth. The skies were rounder, the clouds more contrasted. The palms rattled their dry fronds and the seagulls screeched.
I drove down a silent empty dirt road bordered by black swamp water, palmettos, and pines looking for an ancient cyprus which did not appear before my fear of the untamed wilderness made me turn back.

















