© 2013 (670 words)
It’s three years this month (March) since my partner Raymond and I moved to Florida from our former home in the San Francisco Bay Area. It wasn’t a move either of us sought, but, rather, one that was imposed on us by (mostly economic) necessity. Nevertheless, we resolved to give my birth state our best shot, and by-and-large, we have.
We settled first in my Central Florida hometown, Apopka—a word that comes from the Timucuan Native American language, and that, roughly translated, means “big potato” or “potato eating place.” Several months later, we made the move to Mount Dora, a lovely mostly unspoiled town 12 miles north in Lake County. Since then, there have been lots of good times, as well as some bumpy stretches—some of them pretty scary; but here we are—(still) mostly happy, mostly healthy, and certainly better off than a great deal of the rest of the world.
That said, not a day goes by that Ray and I don’t miss the U.S. West Coast.
So I thought it would be a useful exercise in perspective to document on this blog something of the pros and cons of life here in Florida as I see it—and to accompany those observations with some of the photographs that Ray and I have taken these last three years. My hope is that this project will help me to achieve a more balanced take on what’s good and beautiful and right under my nose, instead of being forever focused on the things I dislike or wish I could change—instead of habitually yearning for some place else, which, it seems to me, is a great waste of time.
So here goes—my feeble photographic attempt at coming to terms with Florida.
Orange blossoms seem an appropriate place to begin—as their scent frequently wafts into our front yard at this time of year (from a grove a quarter mile away!). If there’s a heaven, could it possibly harbor a fragrance more divine?
Even if that’s Florida.
Which isn’t a half-bad home (not that I want to live here forever).