Stairs to the top of the Easter Island head. A nice seat at the top. Cosmic paintings inside the Easter Island headspace. Goofy Golf. Panama City Beach, FL. Early 2010. Nikon 35 MM.
Once you get to the top of the Easter Island head, there’s a nice seat and cosmic art around you. The edges of the railing probably come up to my hips. You can sit down on the bench and look out or just duck down, sitting on the floor. Many nights I’d stargazer from this spot—sheltered from the winter winds and listening to the ocean waves just across the street.
Nothing OVER 9.99. Goofy Golf and Miracle Strip of HWY 98. Panama City Beach, FL. Early 2010. Nikon 35 MM.
I didn’t go in this store, but stores like this often amuse me. Once again, this shot is from the Easter Island head. You can see many of the Goofy Golf sculptures here, too—a sphinx, the money, and more. Seems there’s always construction going on. I like how lonely PCB is on an overcast winter day.
From the Easter Island head. Goofy Golf. Panama City Beach, FL. Early 2010. Nikon 35 MM.
From the Easter Island head, you can see just how densely wooded the area just a mile in from HWY 98 is. It’s amazing that some spots like these still exist, and I often wonder how long they will. Many times I’d think about how the woods were just a few feet away. I grew up blanketed and enfolded by woods. Once again, I now live—and often house sit—deep within the woods. People will ask, “Aren’t you scared? Don’t you get afraid at night?” But it’s quite the opposite for me. I feel a strange comfort like being bound or stranded. There’s so few choices. There’s so little control.
Church. Rose. Easter Island head. Sculptures at Goofy Golf. Panama City Beach, FL. Early 2010. Nikon 35 MM.
You can climb up a staircase just inside the Easter Island head and sit in a little cubby that overlooks HWY 98, the County Pier, and all of Goofy Golf. In high school, my friends and I would sneak over at night during the winter, when no one was playing golf or hanging out on Panama City Beach. It was cold, lonely, and shut-down. This is how I like Panama City Beach: quiet debris of tourist decay. We’d also sit on the beach chairs of the Fiesta Hotel (since demolished) and watch dolphins jump in the gulf, the cold winter wind whipping against us in a tunnel of soundless stillness. I miss those days.
Chicken at Goofy Golf. Panama City Beach, FL. Early 2010? Nikon 35 MM.
I’m not sure when I took these pictures at Goofy Golf, but they’d just repainted all the putt putt golf obstacles. (It may have been sometime in early 2010.) I used to go to Goofy Golf in the off season and hang out there and at the County Pier across the street when I was in high school and going to Chipola Jr. College in Marianna, FL.