Showing posts with label Seaside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Seaside. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I lied. [Huge picture dump.]

It's not dead, it's popping and incredibly funky.

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^Inside the music/book store

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^The patio outside the pizzeria in the market

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^"Downtown"

v awesome little shopping area called Ruskin Place. Very hip and bohemian.
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v Some houses around town. I love the architecture. If you've ever seen The Truman Show, they filmed that here because of how distinctive the houses are.
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^This being Jim Carrey's actual house in the movie...

v I went stalking the back paths in search of interesting details
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v Found a sculpture garden!
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Also, "air moss" is the coolest stuff in the world when you are seven. When you find it again at age eighteen, you can't help but be a little dejected that it is not as crumbly as you remember it being.
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Also, in regards to my "Bike hero is a hoax?" question a few posts ago, I did some Google-Fu and discovered that the video itself is not faked, but its origins are - it was not made by a couple of kids with too much time and creativity than they knew what to do with, it was made by an ad agency in the style of a couple of bored kids. Case closed.

-Leez.

Cold town in a cold state

I drove out to Seaside with my mother yesterday. It's a five hour drive, and I mostly amused myself by counting cows and browsing the web on my phone, thus proving that I am a casualty of the 21st century (what did we do before we had internet on our phones? Probably died of boredom.) On the drive, we watched the temperature plummet on the car thermometer. for a while it got up to a brisk fifty degrees, but then it was 48... and then 45... and then 43... and I think it was in the high thirties when we finally rolled into town around five-thirty in the afternoon. I had to pinch myself to remind me that this is Florida.

The view from the back porch last night:




(Beach pavilion thingy at the end of the row of cottages.)

The weather is cold, but also really crisp and clear and perfect for taking photos, so I'll be sure to snap some more. Seaside is a fun, funky little beach town that is absolutely packed in summer but kind of dies in the off season. (Can you tell I love it?)

-Leez.