Arriving in Florida felt like a dream. It wasn’t real. A layer of humidity blanketed the flat landscape and the sun turned my skin a color it had never been before. Saving tortoises from becoming roadkill. Splashing in pools and catching lizards. Those last childhood memories were the first memories I had of Florida.
Each year passed and the reality of Florida began to creep in as I grew up. I began to see how politics shaped the coastlines. Tides became higher and buildings expanded the skylines. A sinking peninsula that people flock to escaping their realities. A state falling behind intertwine the past and present.  A drowning fantasy. When I left for extended periods of time and then returned home, the changes became more apparent than ever. Portrait of Florida reflects the ever changing magical landscape that is the Sunshine State.