Reporting from a stop light probably somewhere in Florida, take it away Gunner.
Hello dear reader, if you’re out there. I’m still not convinced anyone reads this column but on the off chance that someone does here, we are again so sorry to leave you hanging for oh so long. Sometimes it’s hard to (quite literally) pump the brakes and stop the van and edit all these photos I take, putting an explanation behind them is even more difficult because sometimes they just are what they are. You see I very much prefer to keep driving keep shooting, one more mile, one more day, on to the next one, anywhere but here, hence the name you get it, okay, great. I’ll try to do better. But alas, here we are. At a red light, writing to you. Just kidding—probably.
This is a long one so buckle up. I figured I owe it to you potentially existent readers after the lapse in programming. So, without further ado on this month’s episode, we were heading west across the Florida panhandle by way of Apalachicola (quite possibly the best town name in the state) towards Mexico Beach, which by the way is still cleaning up the mess Hurricane Michael made over four years ago.
On to Alabama for a very mediocre surf session, and a quick van nap in Mobile and then continue goin’ left to Mississippi for a fan boat ride with some alligators and an alligator attack survivor named Dale, or something like that.
Finally on to our final destination and the point of this whole giant ramble, New Orleans. Voodoo, Rabbit Jambalaya, Cajun Casinos, Nick Cage’s future grave, an original Henri Cartier Bresson. What else…? No, don’t say beignets we have no time for french fried gluten in this story. Alright well, I believe I’ve hit my required word count without saying anything at all but you know that they say, a photo is worth a thousand words, and wow I can’t wait to tell my editor that one, alright green light, gotta go, be back soon I promise.
It’s 2023 and, yes, we’re still trying to convince Gunner not to take photos while driving moving vehicles—but the best-laid plans and so on. The Anywhere But Here series follows the exhaust fumes of somehow-unscathed photographer Gunner Hughes through adventure and misadventure across the country( and sometimes other countries). Usually finding the backwater towns, roadside religions, old-salt locals, cash-only dive bars, and much more character than you might see off the main highway.