Apalachicola Art Walk

Saturday morning I had no idea I’d be sipping a beer at noon at a corner cafe in the small port town of Apalachicola. Having had the most luxurious night of sleep I’ve experienced in years, I lingered in bed feeling as if I’d been kissed by an angel. 

Of course, it was probably only Studly Doright who’d pecked me on the brow on his way to the golf course. I guess his grey hair was halo-like in the semidarkness, but you never know.

Before showering I looked on Facebook and read a post about an art walk in Apalachicola. Knowing that Studly would be tied up with his favorite hobby well into the afternoon I made haste with my shower and got on the road.

I’ve written about Apalachicola before. The quaint fishing village on Florida’s forgotten coast is known for oysters and sponges and apparently, art. 

I snapped a few photos as I walked about town:

  
    
    
    
    
   
I even purchased a photograph (below) by and directly from photojournalist Richard Bickel whose work has appeared in National Geographic Traveler, Conde Naste Traveler, Newsweek, and other publications of note. It makes me happy.

  
After a lunch of salmon and grapefruit salad (oddly wonderful) at Tamara’s Cafe, I drove across the bridge to Eastpoint and then crossed another bridge for my first taste of the beach this year on Saint George Island.

   
    
  
   
Studly Doright doesn’t understand my attraction to the ocean. I tell him I have a compulsion to be in the presence of sand and waves and water, but the only sand and water he acknowledges are on the golf courses he plays, and he does his best to avoid landing in either.

So I sent him this photo, and told him sand was a good thing. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t impressed.

  

I’m already planning my next beach day. 

Peace, people.

 
  
  
  

  
 

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Author: nananoyz

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12 thoughts on “Apalachicola Art Walk”

  1. Well don’t you be the shutterbug. Nice tour. What are air plants? And nice snap purchase of that photogs work. And there has to be a poemin’ in salmon and grapefruit salad for lunch.

    Regards,
    Doug

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    1. Air plants are for those with low plant IQs. They don’t require soil. Almost impossible to kill.
      On another topic, will your readers still have access to your blog? Will there be hoops to jump through?

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  2. You brought me right back to last year’s travels. Apilachicola and Saint George Island were great stops! Love the pictures.

    I am also drawn to the water. Right now, we are resting up during the Spanish siesta period, with our doors open and the sound of waves calling us. We walk the beach for hours every day. I don’t need much more. Well, food and wine, but you know….

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