Today after dropping the kids off at school I needed to find something to do with myself for an hour or so before an appointment so I grabbed my camera as we headed out the door for school thinking I would go and explore San Marco a bit. I have shot there a few times for clients but wanted to explore a little more.
I had no idea I was walking into a rest and a peace God had waiting for me. There was something so serene about shooting for my own pleasure. I think as photographers we sometimes forget how important that is. I know I do. We strive for the perfect shot, great composition and something that will please others. But today it was all about me.
So here’s a trip to San Marco, Florida for you non-Floridians…
I love this house. It has quite the story behind it as told to me by a neighbor today. But seeing how I don’t know if it’s true, nor do I know who lives there, let’s leave it at VERY IN-TER-ES-TING!!! (insert Sesame Street Vampire voice)
Here is a close up.
Hmmmmm. The texture! I especially love the entryway. This is one of the few houses that has fallen into disrepair. Good bones though. Good bones. And from the front stoop you have this view-
Driving a few blocks down the street brought me to this beauty- (I love shooting here).
There is a well in the middle of the park across the street from this house with the most scrumptious brick sidewalk. I’m still trying to decide if this is one last name or an initial and a last name -
Around the well I found a lone flower with it’s face raised towards Heaven. Me and that flower, we were on the same page today!!
I drover further down the block, turned a corner and found this beauty. I’m definitely knocking on this door for my next photo session. I wanted to park the car and swing for a bit, but I settled on snapping a couple of shots instead.
I love everything about this house, especially the shutters. LOVE!!!
San Marco is a wonderful place to dream -
And in doing so I discovered another well…..
Here is that same well from across the street -
I watched squirrels play and chase one another over acorns which are still green here! EVERYTHING is green in Florida. Can you find the squirrel?
I stopped for a bit of history…
And I found this sweet “fortress” for sale for a cool five million boasting 12,000 sq ft and 8 full baths!
Next was this sweet one car bridge over the canal. I could just imagine the clomping of horses hooves as I walked across it…
This was my view from the bridge and between the concrete pillars. While down on the ground trying to remain inconspicuous I found a bit of spanish moss beginning to grow. It’s everywhere here, especially near the water.
Oh the colors!!!
I ended up here:
Which was really the oddest little spot. One circle around this giant acorn (ICE AGE) and three parking spaces in a semi-cul-de-sac! Yet, it is called Celebration Park. Not quite a park.
However, this made me giggle. I wish I had gotten the entire shark fin on top. It was really cute and situated right by the river.
This was the sewer cover near the “park”. Quite historical looking I thought.
As I looked out over the water I wondered what this woman was reading and what life is like living on the river. A client told me that manatees often migrate through here. I want to pet a manatee. There is a serenity about San Marco because you can see the hustle and bustle of the city that is right across the bridge yet San Marco itself is remarkably quiet and quaint.
I loved all the textures and sounds. I watched the mailman walking door to door delivering mail like we once had when we lived in Hopkinsville, KY. I remember how I loved hearing the slot open and the mail drop onto the hardwood floors of our house. I stood by one of the wells as grandparents left from visiting grandkids and listened as the recycle truck drove through dumping rectangular blue bins of paper and plastic. I saw a man sitting on a bench. I wanted to take his photo (like HONY – Facebook: Humans of New York: just a side note, if you do not follow them on Facebook it’s a FB must! I think he’s my hero. If you find his story and how HONY began it’s a good ‘un), but I digress. I chickened out. Several men were fishing. The lady walking her dog told me about the first house you saw and it’s strange criminal history that made me want to knock on the door. Maybe I will one of these days.
I got to experience life today just a little removed from it, as if I had taken one step back. I observed other people’s lives in a remarkable hour of worship, thankfulness and quiet. I had no idea my soul had been so restless until I felt the Hand of God usher me into this rest today. I shot until my battery died. No worries about smiles or closed eyes or blinks. Just me, God and a cool Florida morning with shorts and a sweatshirt.
I was a happy and better person after being here today.
Thanks San Marco! I will visit you again soon!