let us alone.

A little brown South Carolina southern belle named Dalva follows me around. She’s a Boykin Spaniel. She doesn’t care what I publish.

I’ve been a Florida fishing guide, a motorcycle cop, a commercial outdoor photographer, and a writer. Not in that order and not always getting paid. Now I shoot old film cameras and write for no one, which is the first honest job I’ve had.

I take full advantage of the Florida most people don’t know exists. The one without a theme park or a condo tower or a guy from Ohio explaining the best way to get to Clearwater. The one you have to want.

I dabble in old shit for fun. Motorcycles, guitars, cameras, and most importantly, Florida.

“Let Us Alone” was the state’s first motto. They put it on the flag in 1845 and took it down almost immediately because it made the wrong people uncomfortable. It means more every day they pave over the place I love.

If you’re here, you probably already get it. If you don’t, that’s fine. We asked to be left alone a long time ago.