I took this at midday in Sarasota while driving around last weekend. For me this is more of a daydream than a real picture. I daydream when I drive sometimes. Some things are so automatic that they get relegated to the autopilot side of the brain while the other side goes in a different direction. I'm headed that way right now.
When I look at a scene I look for an impression. We're each so different no two impressions are the same. For some reason this takes me back to when I was about five years old and our family went on a road trip to San Jose. I remember the hotel and that it had a pool. I have no idea why this reminds me of that, it's not logical. The blur in this image represents my faded memories of my five-year-old self; looking through a glass darkly.
Isn't it a paradox that some people revert to their childhood memories as they grow older. I think something gets inverted. Maybe memory is like a fabric we can fold in or out and expose different surfaces. Not that I have a clue, but I think it's a little different then I might think. Anyway, this has been a little trip down memory lane. Time to stop the daydream and drive.