Pine Island in Southwest Florida. One of those rare places where the wildness is still defiant. Where elemental forces thwart development. Vegetation, fire, rot and rust continually conspire to reclaim the natural landscape from civilization. Every so often, a mindful passerby is blessed to witness the uncommon beauty of the in-between state, our throwaway culture crumbling and human impermanence revealed. A glorious role reversal with the violent patience of weather, moisture and fecundity exhibiting triumph over engineering, architecture and commerce.
