Before I began making pictures at Honeymoon Island State Park, I had fallen in love with the place. Through my East Lake High School years and after I returned from the University of Florida, the Dunedin park was my escape. Today it remains my safe place. I love that at one moment I can be standing in a salt marsh and in 20 seconds I can hike into a forest.
Honeymoon Island is a place where you can meditate endlessly, losing track of time. The park’s gravity evaporates my self-awareness and leaves me in awe. Making pictures there has afforded me a deeper way to express and experience healing. Each of these pictures was taken with a macro lens, about 1 inch away from the subject.
The park is teeming with life and death but it fills me with hope. I’ve grown to know the flora and fauna well. When I close my eyes I can see their shapes and colors clearly. A place like this can break you of self and force you to witness the patterns of life. The microcosms are harsh and exacting, everything has its place and I am humbly reminded that mine is temporary.
While making pictures in the park, the mosquitoes drain me and my knuckles swell from the no-see-ums. Ants and hitchhikers tangle themselves in my socks, but I fight the distractions, pause, breathe and for a moment it feels like the bugs have forgotten about me.
I need this, so I can know what it is to be truly present.