My good neighbor Frank picked me up at the airport today. It’s a ritual. So we are cruising down the highway, heading home, spectacular weather, and we decided to take a detour. Off the main road and into the community of Waterlily. Just the name attracts. The drive to it across the wetlands flat out beautiful. This abandoned house I love. Waterfront. One of those places where you imagine memories you couldn’t possibly have. You can imagine Mrs. Hardy pumping water to cook up some collards while Jake was milking the cow. I just made a record shot. Without Mrs. Hardy, there wasn’t much else I could do. #fujixpro2
Seems like I came upon this house several years ago; is it sound-side at the end of the road?
There’s also a really good restaurant down that road, right on the intracoastal waterway.