I just got back from several days near St. Petersburg, Florida. Escaping the bitter cold gripping us here was a joy and I dearly miss the moderate temperatures as I bundle up to face the cold winds. It was lovely to relax and during the stay I had a tweetup with Julie to spend some time talking about pens, people, and trying out each other’s selected specimens of inks and the tubes that you fill with such. The culmination was a lovely display of fireworks viewed after some Spanish tapas.
Florida is a bit foreign to me with its sand, surf, palm trees and retired folks in flowered shirts. One thing that I noticed was the different patterns and textures formed by what I saw around me. Sun shining through the slats of a beach chair or the rough surface of paths paved with crushed shells was unfamiliar but pleasant. I’m going to save you from reading a boring travelogue and share some of the many pictures I took while there. These are of the textures and surfaces I saw around me while being warm for once.