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. Splashing in chlorine-filled pools and catching lizards with our bare hands. Those last childhood memories were the first memories I had of Florida.
As each year passed, I watched politics shape the coastlines. Tides became higher and buildings expanded the skylines. A sinking peninsula that people flocked to, escaping their realities. A state falling behind, intertwining 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 is a reflection of the ever changing magical landscape that is the Sunshine State.
