Florida, the more north you go, the more south it gets.
No, I will not sell out, I will not give you the best hours of my day and let you use my blood to grease the wheels and cogs of a hundred banking machines.
—Hunter S. Thompson
Ralph Steadman
(Source: aapietruska)
Seen while driving one day, didn’t have time to stop, painted from memory.
Deland
Nothing good happens after midnight. Photos taken around the sleepy town of New Smyrna Beach, on the east coast of Florida, as the sea fog was rolling in.
Chicken. Mason Ave, Daytona Beach.
Diamond OIl.
Fog Hunting. New Smyrna Beach, Florida.
