B E I N S P I R E D.

For me it’s swaying coconut palms and the song they sing when the wind picks up. It’s the forest of sky high bamboo that sings a creaky chorus as they lean to and fro. It’s the gentle lap of an occasional ripple in the green lagoon known as the Gulf of Mexico when the humidity is high and air is calm. It’s the beautiful simplicity of Old Florida from the panhandle to the Dry Tortugas. It’s the sweltering beauty of the tropics. It’s the topaz blue vastness of the Atlantic Ocean. It’s the way the warm yellow sun envelops you like a hug and casts radiant beams through the banana leaves leaving a shadowy sketch beneath your feet. It’s the soft earthy peaches and pinks that kiss the edge of seashells. It’s all this and more. . .