The rest of this week features the photos we took in Alabama and in the Florida Panhandle. Some are reflective of the spill and others depict life as normal; still more are simply my attempts at photographing people or scenes that have caught my eye for one reason or another.
We start this photo essay at Pensacola Beach:
Pensacola Beach. Our motel, the Cabana Inn, pictured at the left. We walked in and got a decent rate. Nothing fancy, but a premium location. Drawback: a very noisy karaoke bar right next door that featured some gawdawful caterwauling (“I Walk the Line” apparently a local favorite.)
Techie on a news crew was happy to pose.
A sand sculpture contest brought out some truly talented sand artists.
This was a personal favorite of mine, but I understand why it wasn’t the winner of the contest.
This was the winner, and the detail was amazing.
A poignant sculpture that would have been merely charming a year ago.
A less technically deft piece nonetheless carried a dire message. One of a few BP-related works of art.
Me with Mr. BP. Note that I am the only person wearing long pants on the beach. This is a holdover from the Northern California beaches, which were always foggy and freezing.
Kids having fun in the dispersant-filled water. They were part of a larger family group that had come to the beach for the day.
Beaches and watermelon are natural companions!
This fine-looking young man had quite a bit to say to this television reporter. I think blogging pal Conch Scooter might want this shirt to wear with his pink Crocs.
I saw this restaurant as we pulled into the beach parking lot. “We’re going there,” I said. Mr. B. had no choice but to comply and to pose in front of their sign.
You know me; I couldn’t resist it either.