Spending an afternoon strolling around the flora and fauna of St Augustine compels one to want to create. This town feels so organically grown, so free of stereotypes and so open to allowing in the well-to-do vacationers to spend money to their hearts content.
The art community is so plentiful that I dare say it is over-populated with well meaning folks like myself who consider themselves an artist whether or not any one else considers them so.
If art for meditation is what you are looking for–look no further, St. Augustine offers a plan for the sincere to the talented. Walking with my camera in this town let’s me challenge my concept of beauty at every nook and cranny and corner or circle that I come to.
These are the best of artist and the worst of artists, misquoting Mr. Dickens. And while we are on the topic of Dickens an image from a Tale of Two Cities comes to mind. All that glitters is not gold.
For some, the struggle of homelessness is as real here among the tranquil serenity as it is in the sub-ways of grand cities. Poor is poor; and, as more of us are becoming poorer and poorer, there is an upper-crust of society that is as rich as any previous Guilded Age.
Our delightful, little, oldest city on the continent is no exception.
My fickled brain loves Augustine again, not despite its decay, but because of its decay…impermanence is much easier to swallow in the warm than in the cold.