HWY 20 West, Leon County, Florida, Summer 2010, disposable camera.
Every time I drive home this old sign catches my eye. White Sands. It suggests a paradise, but the old redneck cinder block makes me glance twice. Paradise is an idea, a state. Lost. Somehow, it seems like a message, a poignant vision hidden and disguised in the mundane. The ominous storm clouds are just on the horizon. It’s summer in Florida again, and in heat and wetness, paradise is falling all over me like a irresistible drug.