I lived in Sarasota and St. Pete until I was ten years old and I guess when you live in a place when you're young it works its way into your being and you end up with a deep connection that you can't explain. I feel that way about Florida. Even now I miss it: Sand, moss, salt smell, the heat. It's a misunderstood place.

The most epic period of my parent's lives, the 1960s-1970s Florida, might just be the closest anyone in my family came to nirvana- at least it seems that way when my mom talks about it. But the state has changed so much in fifty years-my mother's family home was lost to Interstate 4.

I moved back as an adult and lived there between 2002 and 2006 and traveled all over the place, I love that state. Here's a Flickr set photos.