The Road Taken

Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made On

We are back in the dunes and have again taken up our search for THE boat.


This isn’t it. This boat is probably one of the most photographed boats along Florida’s forgotten coast. The encroaching shadows of twilight seemed to highlight the dreamy possibilities.



On the Banks of the Ohio

Things that go good together….I was on my way south some 10 years ago, passing over the Ohio and through Louisville to parts warmer but was compelled to explore the water front. I thought this street lamp went well with the setting sun and bridge.


Just beyond those distant bridges are the Falls of the Ohio. I love and live for water. If you do too try and catch the falls in the spring. Woof. The Falls of the Ohio scare the shite out of me.  Powerful, thrilling stuff.

Interesting factoid, Louisville is a hub for UPS and FEDEX and so, here in the limestone farm fields of middle America, a thousand miles from any sea, you can get exquisitely fresh seafood, even raw bars with your choice of fresh oysters, fresh oysters from all over America, the Gulf of Mexico or the Atlantic, tasty in their varieties. Fascinating town is our Louisville.

More Good Matches

Causeway St. George Island – Eastpointe


Heading North

Causeway Storm


Somedays the light is bright and tedious, other days it is a rapidly changing feast of infinite glories. I shot this through the windshield. It looks like we were headed for Valhalla. In truth we were crossing the bay to Apalach.

Causeway, Apalachicola Bay


Controlled Burn, Apalachicola Bay


Near Apalachicola, Florida

February Rose

I found this slightly battered rose in the lee of a gas station on Cape San Blas. Those deliciously textured blue stucco walls protected it from the winter storms of the forgotten coast.


“Some people grumble that roses have thorns; I am grateful that thorns have roses.”
~ Alphonse Karr, A Tour Round My Garden

“An idealist is one who, on noticing that a rose smells better than a cabbage, concludes that it makes a better soup.” ~H.L. Mencken, A Book of Burlesques






The off season is pretty sweet. It’s off-season at home, that means skiing, ice sailing, and snow shoeing. On Cape San Blas it means open beaches…if you are hardy enough to take the chill…which is nothing to Michiganders.

I just realized how similar this is to the previous post, that was St. George Island, this is Cape San Blas. I do a lot of beach walking and always find fishermen a favorite subject.


Other Solitude Posts



As the cats wait for me to reach for my morning coffee (and that sweet cream that I put in it) this heron waits for any stray bait or fish that may come his way. I watched these two for some time. You will often see birds hanging around these lone fishermen of the barrier islands of Florida’s panhandle.


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