I am my own paparazzo.
I carry a digital point-and-shoot camera
in a Gokey bag, and light out for the territory
ahead of the pack. One time I said I was writing a book
called The Volcanoes of Wakulla County. A photojournalist
is seduced by a lonely crabber's wife. He's off at the Blue Crab Festival
in Panacea, calling on fishhouses. He gets tied up with the Garza Brothers
bait company in Medart. By the time he gets home I am gone, like
Speedy Gonzales. My book was a bestseller. Pictures of Florida's
Forgotten Coast, formerly Florida's Last Frontier.
Think of Peter Jenkins' The Untamed Coast.
That's me. Unbought and unbossed.
A wild hair up my ass.