South Florida is never a place I aspired to spend any amount of time, and yet I found myself flying there the day after the 2024 election (more than a little hungover). My parents spend about half of the year there, my step father was turning 80 years old that week, there was a big to do with family and friends at their home and I was of course happy to be a part of it. But Florida…
No. 0930_34-35 - Lake Trafford, South Florida, November of 2024
I’ve spent a lot of time in South Florida over the years and the place still confuses and confounds me to no end. Such exotic natural beauty, paved over, commodified, strip-malled and theme-parked into some homogenized American nightmare. The country’s largest retirement-resort. Tax-payer subsidized gated communities. Yet the empty places, the wild pockets, where nature is still aggressive and wild, it genuinely fascinates me. They’re becoming fewer and far between I’m afraid.
No. 0930_32A-33A - Lake Trafford, South Florida, November of 2024
No. 0930_36-37 - Lake Trafford, South Florida, November of 2024
The culture at large is far more terrifying. I’ve never felt less comfortable anywhere else, and that’s saying something. David Bowie said it best, I’m Afraid of Americans. “The invasion by any homogenized culture is so depressing.” The MAGA flags are everywhere, and the anger seems palpable. I saw a bumper sticker on a giant bro-dozer pickup truck that read “I Hunt Liberals” next to an NRA logo.
The concrete continues to spread, unabated it seems, and the mentality that the world is here to be exploited seems to permeate everything. Still, these strange wild places continue to exist, somehow, tucked between outlet malls and big box stores, connected by 6 lanes interstates. I wonder how long they’ll last.
Anyhow, Florida is weird and I’m afraid of Americans.